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Lyrics:
We've never spoke in three weeks, man And it's starting to freak me out I hope there's no one gelling my bird Together with all their sweet and utter charm We've flown around the world Together we've seen a massive range of sick-bags Even in Baghdad Call myself your lad but seemingly you're sad
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