| Tomorrow, I’m gonna find a way to die
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| I’m living only for a lover, and the death of you and I
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| But if you find a way to break my back
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| With needles, thread, and guilt
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| Will you cover me in kerosene
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| And burn my strychnine quilt?
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| Yeah, will you spit upon the path I took?
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| Will you cry from all the drugs I took?
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| Will be my little comedown hook?
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| And I’ll never ask again
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| Will I wake up feeling half of you
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| Has been stripped away or torn in two?
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| To kill a young man’s point of view
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| Is to kill his only friend, oh, oh
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| Tomorrow, we’re gonna find a place to live
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| I’m packing only means for redwood dreams
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| It’s a place that you’ll be accepted
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| Oh, fuck the world, just a boy and a girl
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| But it’s that leech you’ll have to shake
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| Through the love we’ll need to make
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| Call me sure, yeah, I’m sure I said
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| I said, I’m open wide
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| But you really have to understand
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| We’ll build a water slide
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| If you’re brave enough to hold my hand, oh, oh |