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Robyn Hitchcock Sickie Boy And we soak all our girls in a leather solution Someday we'll rise We love you sickie-boy And we seek all our friends in a hip mausoleum To know is to love you but I've never met you Someday we'll rise We love you sickie-boy And a loser is somebody who wins But in the meantime… |
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