[Holmes/Mackintosh]
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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