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as she opened the rear door |
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it was a little cold |
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she hugged hersef |
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the sunshine was so strong |
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that she could hardly make her eyes open |
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as she passed the corner |
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she stopped by a bookstore |
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she was attracted by a cover |
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picked up a copy |
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and turned to some page on random |
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that's where I started to follow |
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her fingers on the lines |
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that's where I started this adventure |
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through the margins |
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I can't tell what it's like |
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while I was jumping over the page numbers |
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I was about to start a conversation with her |
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I believe I heard her say |
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we might have some fun |
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just like what she did in the videos |
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just like what she did in the videos |
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just like what we did in the videos |
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suddenly I was trapped in the story |
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everyone in the bookstore just vanished |
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I can see the evil story teller underneath |
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the right old bridge with the kids around his knees |
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the lines were twisted |
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the lines were twisted |
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the lines were twisted |
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sustaining |
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facts get you high |
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glasses get you blind |
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sustaining, sustaining |
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your smart gets you slow |
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young blood gets you old |
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sustaining, sustaining |
