| I hope that our few remaining friends
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| Give up on trying to save us
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| I hope we come up with a fail-safe plot
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| To piss off the dumb few that forgave us
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| I hope the fences we mended
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| Fall down beneath their own weight
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| And I hope we hang on past the last exit
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| I hope it’s already too late
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| And I hope the junkyard a few blocks from here
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| Someday burns down
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| And I hope the rising black smoke carries me far away
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| And I never come back to this town again in my life
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| I hope I lie
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| And tell everyone you were a good wife
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| And I hope you die
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| I hope we both die
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| I hope I cut myself shaving tomorrow
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| I hope it bleeds all day long
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| Our friends say it’s darkest before the sun rises
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| We’re pretty sure they’re all wrong
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| I hope it stays dark forever
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| I hope the worst isn’t over
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| And I hope you blink before I do
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| And I hope I never get sober
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| And I hope when you think of me years down the line
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| You can’t find one good thing to say
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| And I’d hope that if I found the strength to walk out
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| You’d stay the hell out of my way
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| I am drowning
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| There is no sign of land
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| You are coming down with me
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| Hand in unlovable hand
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| And I hope you die
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| I hope we both die |