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Ladadadada, I m going to bury you in the ground,
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Ladadadada, I m going to bury you with my sound.
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I m going to drink the red from your pretty pink face,
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I m going to-- (Marceline, that s too distasteful!) (Oh, you don t like that? Or do you
just not like me?!)
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Sorry I don t treat you like a goddess,
Is that what you want me to do?
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Sorry I don t treat you like you re perfect,
Like all your little loyal subjects do
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Sorry I m not made of sugar,
Am I not sweet enough for you?
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Is that why you always avoid me?
That must be such an inconvenience to you
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Well, I m just your problem
I m just your problem
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It s like I m not even a person, am I?
I m just your problem
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Well, I shouldn t have to justify what I do
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I shouldn t have to prove anything to you
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I m sorry that I exist, I forget what landed me on your black list
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But I shouldn t have to be the one that makes up with you
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So, why do I want to? Why do I want to...?
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To bury you in the ground... and drink the blood... from your... ugh!