Текст песни Husband - Amigo the Devil

Trust me, I′m not jealous
I'm just hoping that he really messes up
I′m not so much afraid of letting go
As much as scared of giving up
And all the distance that we spent apart doesnt ever have to mean a thing
Cause every mile I travelled was to find a perfect stone to fit your ring
And I
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Oh I
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Hope your husband dies
I hope your husband dies
Living in the moments hard when everything I want is in the past
And now your with this asshole, you expect me to believe it's going to last
But when I had you near me I just couldnt think of anything to say
But now that I'm alone, I got the perfect things to tell you everyday
Cause I
IIIIIIIIIII
Oh I
IIIIIIIIIII
Hope your husband dies
I hope your husband dies
So trust me, I′m not jealous
I′m just hoping that he really fucks things up
I'm not so much afraid of being alone
Just kind of feel I′ve had enough
And time and time again time reminds me you'll never be my own
We′ll never have a house to decorate, a place that we can call our home
So I
IIIIIIIIIII
Oh I
IIIIIIIIIII
Hope your husband dies
I hope your husband dies
I
IIIIIIIIIII
Oh I
IIIIIIIIIII
Hope your husband dies