Jools His Rhythm Blues Orchestra with Hozier LYRICS:My lover s got humour She s the giggle at a funeral Knows everybody s disapproval I should ve worshipped her sooner If the heavens ever did speak She s the last true mouthpiece Every Sunday s getting more bleak A fresh poison each week We were born sick, you heard them say it
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