Sry Seymour
Richie Woods
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Sorry Seymour you are dead
You lost the thing inside your head
You don't believe in loving
You don't believe in nothing
Seymour, Seymour
What you were making is magical
Now you don't belive in nothing
She was naked, Seymour
She was making you melt
Seymour pull the covers over your head
Playing Frankie cause you're dead
Pull the covers over your head
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I know I know, it's all wrong
I know I know
It's not what it used to be
Seymour says
I like you but I don't mean to
Fuck you I love you
Fuck you I love you
What you were making is magical
Now you don't belive in nothing
She was naked Seymour
She was making you melt