Did sweet daddy die
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Square on your birthday?
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Some macabrish attempts
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To see you'd rue the day
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Or appear in the end
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And be happy he made it back
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To be just in time
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To cut the cake and watch
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You boil alive
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In your own butterscotch
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His ghost might appear
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As a venemous backlash
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His ghost might appear
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As a motive and fear
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And everyone tells you
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"There's nobody down there"
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In between the chinging glasses where
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They eat you up, slow down
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To awkward again
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Did sweet daddy die
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Square on your birthday?
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Some macabrish attempts
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To see you'd rue the day
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Here again
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So here comes the bride
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And out stretch the hands
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To one to chop and cut clean
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And here come the chefs
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Ante up the bets
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See how long it'll be
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Out come the knives
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Down swings the axe
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To one to sharp it all in
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So here comes the bride
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Here comes the bride
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Here comes the bride
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So here comes the bride
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And out stretch the hands
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To one to chop and cut clean
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And here come the chefs
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Ante up the bets
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See how long it'll be
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Out come the knives
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Down swings the axe
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To one to sharp it all in
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So here comes the bride
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Here comes the bride
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Here comes the bride
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Out Come The Knives
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The Paper Chase |