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I hope you feel alright. I hope you sleep ok. I hope the bugs all bite. And you rot away. I hope you crash your car. I hope you don't get far I hope your asking why ... you gotta die, yeah. And when you run and hide You suck on misplaced pride. I hope you hate this shit! I hope your clothes don't fit! I hope you're all alone, I not your stepping stone. I hope you asking why... you gotta die, yeah From Letras Mania