You're about all I can handle
With all that you think
You're intelligent, emotional
And I'm living at the brink
So my dad introduced us
Well, alright
He's a cool intellectual
So was I
A big comma separates us
What of it
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Title All I Want Is Your Blood (is that coming on too strong?)
Verse I'm a pleasant sort of guy
I want to see you die
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Bury me in a wooden coffin
Plant me in the cold, solid earth
By my grave, let flowers bloom
Daises and violets there in the dirt
In the dirt
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