| It was a dark and stormy night that I stepped out
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| Something strange was in the air, I couldn’t figure it out
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| Who’s there, tell me what you want from me
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| Oh no, I can’t believe what I now see
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| They say the paranormal’s just a sucker’s game
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| I keep an open mind, but deep down I feel the same
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| Oh no, now I think I’ve changed my mind
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| Oh no, now I know I’ve changed my mind
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| The ghost of Liberace keeps on hanging 'round
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| Hovers over farmland, lingers over towns
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| The ghost of Liberace still has that mystique
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| If he were alive he’d now be at his peak
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| The ghost of Liberace
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| The ghost of Liberace
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| Across the street, in fact across the whole damn town
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| They’re making fun of him, they try to put him down
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| Oh yeah, but I wished they’d let him be
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| Oh yeah, he’s not hurting you or me
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| Sometimes he blinds the drivers with his shiny suits
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| They see that smile and they laugh at him, hey don’t shoot
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| Oh no, now he’s hung in effigy
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| On no, why can’t they just let him be
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| The ghost of Liberace
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| The ghost of Liberace
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| The ghost of Liberace keeps on hanging 'round
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| Hovers over farmland, lingers over towns
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| The ghost of Liberace still has that mystique
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| If he were alive he’d now be at his peak
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| The ghost of Liberace
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| The ghost of Liberace
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| The ghost of Liberace keeps on hanging 'round
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| Hovers over farmland, lingers over towns
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| The ghost of Liberace still has that mystique
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| If he were alive he’d now be at his peak
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| The ghost of Liberace
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| The ghost of Liberace
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| He hums Evita and Moon River and Michelle
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| Maybe that’s why the people scream out «go to hell»
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| Oh no, now they’re throwing cans of beer
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| Oh no, I thought ghosts could disappear
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| But he remains in all his glory, it’s so strange
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| These aren’t the kind of people he can change
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| But wait, now they’re starting to applaud
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| I guess there really is a God above
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| The ghost of Liberace keeps on hanging 'round
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| Hovers over farmland, lingers over towns
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| The ghost of Liberace still has that mystique
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| If he were alive he’d now be at his peak
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| The ghost of Liberace keeps on hanging 'round
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| Hovers over farmland, lingers over towns
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| The ghost of Liberace still has that mystique
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| If he were alive he’d now be at his peak
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| The ghost of Liberace |