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To say that I hate you
That would be too fucking nice
I'd pray to god up in heaven if he'd take your life
I've been waiting, I've been counting the days
Until the hearse arrives to drive you away
I can't wait 'til you're in your grave
And you're cold and rotting
I can't wait 'til you're in your grave
And you're cold and rotting away
You in a casket, that sounds fantastic to me
No longer breathing, this is the way it should be
Yeah, it should be
I've been waiting, I've been counting the days
Until the hearse arrives to drive you away
I can't wait 'til you're in your grave
And you're cold and rotting
I can't wait 'til you're in your grave
And you're cold and rotting away
I've been waiting, I've been counting the days
Until the hearse arrives to drive you away
Whoa, I can't wait 'til you're in your grave
And you're cold and rotting
I can't wait 'til you're in your grave
And you're cold and rotting away
Rotting away
Rotting away
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