| Got a yellow fungus fever, the guacamole flu
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| And now my lungs a whistling sponge, stand back if you were you
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| Cause your pretty mask won’t help you in a backstreet full of holes
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| Blow me kisses straight from Brazzaville, I will clutch your soul
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| Give a zero take a zero this guys looking pale
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| They quarantined the Philippines, threw your dog in jail
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| I’m not coughing irresponsibly, I’m laughing in my hand
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| The one I used to catch you as you land
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| Feeling so alone now, I really need a hug
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| Maybe more, I’d clean the floor for your contaminated love
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| I used to carry enough to keep you safely out of reach
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| But we’re chewing at the precipice, better just to leap
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| I’m feeling so alone now, I really need a hug
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| Maybe more, I’d clean the floor for your contaminated love
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| I used to carry enough to keep you safely out of reach
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| But we’re chewing at the precipice, better just to leap |