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Walked into the room you know you made my eyes burn It was like, James Dean, for sure You're so fresh to death and sick as cancer You were sorta punk rock, I grew up on hip hop But you fit me better than my favourite sweater, and I know That love is mean, and love hurts But I still remember that day we met in December.
