There's no provocation There's no sense of fear There's no adaptation There's no sorrow
But maybe when you're dead I can hate you Maybe when you're dead I can hate you
Without limitations Without bitter years Without annihilation There's no result
But maybe when you're dead I can hate you Maybe when you're dead I can hate you
There's no provocation There's no sense in tears There's no litigation There's no product
But maybe when you're dead I can hate you Maybe when you're dead I can hate you
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