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All the way back home I thought about the way you said you were good And it's like too much sugar in the apple pie It hurts my teeth, leaves a bad taste in my mouth Whistle and I'll come to you, my friend Call me when you feel like it's the end Don't be shy just 'cause you feel like dying Don't be sly and start that happy lying Whistle and I'll come to you, my friend Call me when you feel like it's the end Don't be shy just 'cause you feel like dying Don't be sly From Letras Mania