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on the coast with your names in the sand |
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I hope you choke |
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with his hand on the small of your back |
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I hope you choke |
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with a matchbook from under the couch |
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I hope you choke |
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for the candles when our power's out |
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I hope you choke |
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and I hope you choke |
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uh huh |
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swimming out to the names on the rock |
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I hope you choke |
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leave your shoes and your suit on the dock |
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I hope you choke |
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in the dark if you say what you aren't |
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I hope you choke |
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in the house where the rooms don't lock |
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I hope you choke |
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and I hope you choke |
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with hands on your throat |
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wringing like rope |
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and killing us both |
