| Every night you can hear a sound
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| Every night you can hear a sound
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| A sound that won’t go down
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| Pulsating all around
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| Arrising from her tomb
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| Late at night, she walks the streets
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| Late at night, she awakes
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| Black flowers, black dress
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| She comes in, in search of you
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| White faces are for her
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| When the procession of love goes by
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| They search for you
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| Late at night, she awakes
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| Arising from her tomb
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| Late at night, she walks the streets
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| She comes in, in search of you
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| Late at night, she walks alone
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| Preparing for her feast
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| Bitches in black, creature of lust
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| White faces are for her
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| With the pain that they unleash
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| When the procession of love goes by
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| Black flowers, black dress
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| They search for you
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| Black flowers, black dress
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| White faces are for her
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| When the procession of love goes by
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| They search for you
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| Black flowers, black dress
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| White faces are for her
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| When the procession of love goes by
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| They search for you
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| Black flowers, black dress
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| When the procession of love goes by
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| White faces are for her
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| They search for you |