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He looks sick
He is sick
Woah
Home tonies and highballs
I'm happy to be sad
He looks dead
He is dead
Woah
You're not the hero
That fuck couldn't see
Stereo phonics, splits ville
And that's alright 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 now"
My boyfriend died
My boyfriend died
My boyfriend died
My boyfriend died
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