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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! Your not the hero That fuck Couldn't see Stereophonics, 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 know My boyfriend died |