He looks sick
He is sick
Home tonies and highballs
I'm happy to be sad
He looks dead
He is dead
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, Dont bother him now"
Home tonies and highballs
He said, "Dont bother him now
My boyfriend died
My boyfriend died
My boyfriend died
My boyfriend died

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