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Oh my wife, All my life, I do - I do

I marry you, I bury you



Sweet suffer tuck me in don't let me win

Sweet suffer pull the pin this story needs to end

Don't let the axe fall on my hands

Let the axe fall on my head



Look there's a tomb for you

Shrew I'm made out of glue

that you can't produce

She'll be the same way today

push pushing away

and I'll be the last one afraid to stay



I have a very pretty grave