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But now
Turn
Aren?t we all
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Aren?t we all
Turn

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I try to realize
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And now
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And sexually available
Celebrities and cigarettes

But now
Turn
Aren?t we all
Turn
Aren?t we all
Turn
Aren?t we all
Turn

But now
Turn
Aren?t we all
Turn
Aren?t we all
Turn
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