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I meant to come back to put out blissBut the style's crumbling, covered, cannedIt was sick and no you don't even know how it comes andShifts then gets ruined by you fucking slobsIt's classical, anywayI can't help it, it makes me so sickOver and over, it sits stiffBound with no heart, fine 'cause this is where the separation starts arisingI can see it coming over your cloudIt's classical, anywayHow cool are you? I rememberI feel sickJust a bad call, it's so funnyHow you think I'm so serious, but that's not itThe thing is I don't give enough to give a fuckYou're just plain boring and you bore me asleepIt's classical, anywayHow cool are you? I rememberI feel sickFeel sickenedI feel sickAnd who the fuck are you anyway, you fuck? It's making sick sense seeing how you're sticking outHardly and hoping money please arise up off the fucking kneesAnd hop off the train for a second and try to find your own fucking heartIt's classical, anywayHow cool are you? I rememberI feel sickFeel sickenedI feel sick, in my head