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i'm a hit man. call me crazy. i can tell by your eyes that you're feelin me. there's so many things i wanna say. let me know. i'm a high school lover and you're my favorite flavor. i la-la-la-la-like you. you make me feel so brand new. do i wear you out? i want you to know that i had faith in you. you can tell everybody. at your speed we all seem
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