| Don’t want to be no patch on no quilt
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| (Just want to see)
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| Tear stained stitchin' linkin' memories to guilt
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| (Just want to see)
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| Don’t want to be no hair on no wall
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| (Just want to see)
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| Blood stained note saying 'Fuck you all'
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| I just want to see what kills me
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| Tommy, are you ready? |
| We better head to town
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| J.D.'s box is waitin' to be lowered down
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| And you know how he hates to be kept waitin' 'round
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| Don’t want to be no chalk line drawin'
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| (Just want to see)
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| Toe tagged question mark, until identifying
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| (Just want to see)
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| Don’t want to fuse with no economy seat
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| (Just want to see)
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| Fuel some fireball at thirty thousand feet
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| I just want to see what kills me
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| Tommy, did you catch his face before they closed the lid?
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| I swear I saw him wink once and flash me that old grin
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| Oh, you know, that would be just like him
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| Don’t want to face no hollow eyed endin'
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| (Just want to see)
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| Loved ones buried, empty days of waiting
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| I just want to see what kills me
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| Tommy darling, come to bed, sleep away the sadness
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| These memories too are bound to die
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| So our dreams will have to serve us
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| Tomorrow may be the day that our love betrays us |