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&it looks like its raining |
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&his heart aches from trying |
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He told me not to get upset |
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In the room, I hear her scream |
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It's a good season for death |
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A smoking gun |
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Children crying |
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&He bites his lip when he's around |
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&A glint catches her eye |
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Love him gently with a knife |