Gasoline.

Gasoline.

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This is based off of Halsey's song Gasoline from her album Badlands (Deluxe). It's an amazing song and amazing album, so I recommend it if you haven't listened to it. But still read this even if you haven't listened to it because I will have lyrics from the song to match up with different parts of the song. Also, this is my interpretation of the song so please don't hate on me if I didn't get the same message as you.
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