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If this tour doesn't kill, you then I will I hate your guts and it makes me ill Seeing your face every morning One more month and twenty-two days If this tour doesn't kill you, I may Counting down the miles 'til we leave the state I'm counting down the minutes 'til I can erase every memory of you For a second, let's be honest Nothing will clean your filthy conscience Everything you do makes me wanna vomit And if this tour doesn't kill you, buddy, I'm on it Why can't we just get along? Why can't we just get along? Why can't we just get along? Why can't we just get along? You think you're so original Why can't we just get along? I can't wait for your funeral Why can't we just get along? Don't wish you were dead, I wish you'd never been born at all Why can't everybody just chill? I'm trying not to let you get in my head, but every word and every goddamn syllable That you say makes me wanna gouge out my arms with a power drill If this tour doesn't kill you If this tour doesn't kill you If this tour doesn't kill you then I will From Letras Mania