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remember. We were born to be national treasures. When you told me we'd get back together. And you kissed me in a way that's gonna screw me up forever. Outro. Tick-tock on the clock, I pace down your block. I
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Monument and Cranberry World. The Shuffleboard Hall Of Fame, Poodle Dog Rock. And The Mecca of Albino Squirrels We've been to ghost towns, theme parks, wax museums. And the place where you can drive
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