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I got this feeling on the summer day when you were gone.
I crashed my car into the bridge. I watched, I let it burn.
I threw your sh*t into a bag and pushed it down the stairs.
I crashed my car into the bridge.
I don't care, I love it.
I don't care, I love it, I love it.
I don't care, I love it. I don't care.

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