| D | D | G | G || D | D | G | G | [Verse 1]D D Wish I was there on the day you let doctors cut youG G up on a big long metal tray, face down for eight hoursD D straight, you were scared that you'd go blind. From the bloodG G flow to your face, chin-dimpled and quivering, scared just likeD D when you were two, on the floor of the living room,G G banging your feet, I would cover my ears to keepD D out all your screams but I still love you so, I justG G D/F# G* hope that you know that I hope that you know that ... [Interlude]| D | D | G | G || D | D | G | G | [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 handsD D and he proceeded to pour that coffee on yourG G head as some kind of lesson, I swearD D I swung (run?) at his neck for assaulting my sister, with myG 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.
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