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What your style is Broken. What? What have you done? Now My love is fictional. You better walk, Burn in the night you can't stop. What? What you expect from me? Now You're gonna leave me. You better walk, Burn by whoever. Love is fictional, Burn in the night you can't stop. Love is breaking down. Now I suffer, speak. What? Becoming rotten soul. Now My love is fictional. You better walk, Burn. What? What you expect from me? Now You're gonna leave me. You Better walk.