| Wish I was there on the day
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| You let doctors cut you up
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| On a big long metal tray
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| Facedown for eight hours straight
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| You were scared that you’d go blind
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| From the bloodflow to your face
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| Chin dimpled and quivering
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| Scared just like when you were two
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| On the floor of the living room
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| Banging your feet, I would cover my ears
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| To keep out all your screams
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| But I still loved you so
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| I just hope that you know that
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| I hope that you know that
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| Wish I was there on the day
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| You were running through a cafe
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| Bumped into a man
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| With hot coffee in his hand
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| And he proceeded
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| To pour that coffee on your head
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| There’s some kind of lesson
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| I swear that I hung at his neck
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| For assaulting my sister
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| With my knees on his chest
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| I’d forced his last breath
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| I can still see the burns
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| And your coffee-stained clothes
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| I just hate that it happened
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| I hate that it happened to you
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| Fuck that guy, I hope he’s dead
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| I hope he’s dead
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| Fuck that guy, I hope he’s dead
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| Fuck that guy, I hope he’s dead
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| Fuck that guy, I hope he’s dead
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| Fuck that guy, I hope he’s dead
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| Fuck that guy, I hope he’s dead
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| Fuck that guy, I hope he’s dead
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| Fuck that guy, I hope he’s dead
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| Fuck that guy, I hope he’s dead
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| Fuck that guy, I hope he’s dead |