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He looks sick
He is sick
WOA!!
Home tonies and highballs
I'm happy to be sad
He looks dead
He is Dead
WOA!!
Your not the hero
That fuck
Couldn't see
Stereophonics, splitsville
And that's allright with me
He looks as light as a feather
He is as light as a feather
When I count to three we will lift him
Lucky I'm winter, a looker and there is shades of black
Don't trouble the master he said don't bother him now
Home tonies and highballs, he said don't bother him know
My boyfriend died