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Tomorrow |
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I'm gonna find a way to die |
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I'm living only for a lover |
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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 come down 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 striped 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 |
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Oh, oh |
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Tomorrow |
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We're gonna find a place to live |
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I'm packing only means for red wood dreams |
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It's a place that you'll be excepted |
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Oh fuck the world |
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Just a boy and a girl |
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But it's that leach you'll have to shake |
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Through the love we'll need to make |
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Call me sure |
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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 |
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Oh, oh |
