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When you said you'd marry me
I thought you meant you'd wanted too
Then I thought you'd like to
Maybe on a Tuesday
All the dead are coming
I heard they'll be dressing
Something kind of maggoty
Rolling with a-froppity
When you said you'd marry me
I thought you meant you'd wanted too
Then I thought you'd like to
Maybe on a Tuesday
All the dead are coming
I heard they'll be dressing
Something kind of maggoty
Rolling with a-froppity