| She grew up, down the stairs
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| She had these pink ribbons in her hair
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| She keeps on dreaming but it’s never gonna change
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| Can’t find a reason and she’s got no one else to blame
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| Marceline, say goodbye
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| It hurts more when you cry
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| Marceline, understand
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| I’m not here to hold your hand
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| Marceline, you don’t have to try
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| You got another guy
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| Ooh Marceline, understand
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| Goddamn I ain’t your man
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| (Oh, Marceline)
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| She made her way through the town
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| It’s too late, it’s over now
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| Her lips start talking but the words are all the same
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| Her boots are walking back to those good old days
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| Oh, Marceline, say goodbye
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| It hurts more when you cry
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| Marceline, understand
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| I’m not here to hold your hand
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| Marceline, you don’t have to try
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| You got another guy
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| Oh, Marceline, understand
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| Goddamn I ain’t your man
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| You know I ain’t your man
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| Could’ve had all my love
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| Should have had all my kids
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| Could’ve had all my love (And all my love)
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| Should have had all my kids (And all my kids)
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| Could’ve had all my love (And all my love)
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| Should have had all my kids
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| (Marceline)
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| (Didn't need to go)
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| (Oh, Marceline!)
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| (All my love!) |