| Does anyone remember tony
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| A quiet boy, little over weight
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| He had breasts like a girl
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| When I wasnt too busy feeling lonely
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| Id stare over his shoulder
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| At a map of the world
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| He always finished all his homework
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| Raised his hand in homerooom
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| He called the morning attendance
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| With the pledge alligence to the gloom
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| Hey tony, whats so good about dying
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| He said I think I might do a little dying today
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| He looked in the mirror and saw
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| A little faggot starin back at him
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| Pulled out a gun and blew himself away
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| I hated every day of high school
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| Its funny, I guess you did too
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| Its funny how I never knew
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| There I was sitting right behind you
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| They wrote it in the local rag
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| Death comes to the local fag
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| I guess you finally stopped believing
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| That any hope would ever find you
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| Well I know that story,
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| I was sitting right behind you
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| Hey tony, whats so good about dying
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| He said I think I might do a little dying today
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| He looked in the mirror and saw
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| A little faggot starin back at him
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| Pulled out a gun and blew himself away
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| Hey tony whats so good about dying, dying
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| Hey tony whats so good about dying, dying
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| Hey tony, whats so good about dying
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| He said I think I might do a little dying today
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| He looked in the mirror and saw
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| A little faggot starin back at him
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| Pulled out a gun and blew himself away
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| Pulled out a gun and blew himself away
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| Pulled out a gun and blew himself away
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| Tony… |