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Love : Mes parfaites petites fesses, ça compte ?
Humeur : Feel like I'm having a meltdown, it feels like I'm losing control, they tell me I'm a danger to myself, now the crazy train is ready to roll. I'm gonna lose my mind like a maniac, and across the line, never looking back, we're on the loose, getting crazy, and we've gone cuckoo, gonna party 'till they take us away. Gotta get out of this straight jacket, I've gotta get out of this straight jacket.

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