| I hope you’re breathing well and made it through the flight
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| I hope you learn to sleep with all these flashing lights
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| I hope your feet don’t hurt, I hope they treat you nice
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| I hope your teeth won’t crack from chewing all this ice
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| I hear you lost some weight, I bet you’re feeling small
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| I hear you did not hear anything at all
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| I hear you’re already here and you’re not letting go
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| I hear and can see quite clear how it ends up in tears, how it ends up in so
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| and so…
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| And please wake up a better man
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| I know you want it too
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| Turn the rust back into sand
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| Please wake up a better man
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| Or else just let me through
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| I hope you can
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| So let the bed bugs bite 'till they blood-let the night
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| And when morning comes, let up, let down, put up a hell of a fight
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| Hold still, if you will, try to think it through
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| Hold still — it’s just a thrill, the joy of killing you’re addicted to
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| Hold still — for what you spill is best served chilled but has no use
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| So please wake up a better man
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| I know you want it too
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| Turn the rust back into sand
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| Please wake up a better man
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| Or else just let me through
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| I hope you can |