A thousand little elves Coming up from beneath my bed They gather round the campfire And start singing the songs in my head But with the wrong words! By the light of the fire their faces All begin to crumble And they fall to their knees They laugh at my expense! Bloodsuckers! I could crush you with my thumb. Bloodsuckers! Im so sick of your tricks How I wish the sun would come. I can make lyrics rhyme All the time But that dont soothe my spine. Just making a melody Should be enough for me But you like watching me lose my mind Theyre crawling up my knees now And requesting a song about love But I know Im being teased now So Im singing a song about getting squeezed by Bloodsuckers! I could crush you with my thumb. Bloodsuckers! Im so sick of your tricks How I wish the sun would come.
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