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methinks the lady doth protest too much.
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we were young and drinking in the park; there was nowhere else to go. and you said you always had my back, oh, but how were we to know? that these are the days that bind you together, forever. and these little things define you forever, forever. all this bad blood here, won't you let it dry? it's been cold for years, won't you let it dry? if we're only ever looking back, we will drive ourselves insane. but those are the days that bind us together, forever. and those little things define us forever, forever. I don't wanna hear about the bad blood anymore. I don't wanna hear you talk about it anymore.
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