Tom: D
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[Verse 1]
D D
Wish I was there on the day you let doctors cut you
G G
up on a big long metal tray, face down for eight hours
D D
straight, you were scared that you'd go blind. From the blood
G G
flow to your face, chin-dimpled and quivering, scared just like
D D
when you were two, on the floor of the living room,
G G
banging your feet, I would cover my ears to keep
D D
out all your screams but I still love you so, I just
G G D/F# G*
hope that you know that I hope that you know that ...
[Interlude]
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[Verse 2]
D D
Wish I was there on the day you were running through a café,
G G
bumped into a man with hot coffee in his hands
D D
and he proceeded to pour that coffee on your
G G
head as some kind of lesson, I swear
D D
I swung (run?) at his neck for assaulting my sister, with my
G G
knees on his chest I'd forcе his last breath.
D D
I can still see the burns on your coffee stained clothеs,
G G D/F#
I just hate that it happened, I hate that it happened to you,
G*
fuck that guy, I hope he's dead.
[Outro]
D G
I hope he's dead.
D G
Fuck that guy, I hope he's dead.
D G
Fuck that guy, I hope he's dead.
D G
Fuck that guy, I hope he's dead.
D G
Fuck that guy, I hope he's dead.
D G
Fuck that guy, I hope he's dead.
D G
Fuck that guy, I hope he's dead.
D G
Fuck that guy, I hope he's dead.
D G
Fuck that guy, I hope he's dead.
D (G)
Fuck that guy, I hope he's dead.
