| I never really believed what I heard about supernatural things
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| 'Till I met a girl whose memory still clings
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| Her face was white as virgin snow
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| And her eyes had a pale red glow
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| And she spoke in a voice so cold
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| She looked young but she sounded so old
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| «Oh, I need help now — bring me to the cemetery»
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| I said okay but asked who it was she was so keen to see
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| «The count is coming at midnight tonight
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| To take me away on a flight
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| I’ll leave this body in freedom at last
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| Fulfil this promise the die has been cast»
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| I trust the count
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| He won’t let me down
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| Count on the count
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| Sweep away, in his long black gown
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| I trust the count
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| He won’t let me down
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| Count on the count
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| Sweep away, in his long black gown
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| I trust the count
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| He won’t let me down
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| Count on the count
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| Sweep away, in his long black gown
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| Oh, then she disappeared
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| Sending cold up my spine
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| The last thing I heard was
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| «Now he’s mine!»
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| Oh, I trust the count
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| He won’t let me down
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| Count on the count
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| Sweep away, in his long black gown
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| I trust the count
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| He won’t let me down
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| Count on the count
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| Sweep away, in his long black gown
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| I trust the count
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| He won’t let me down
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| Count on the count
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| Sweep away, in his long black gown
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| I trust the count
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| He won’t let me down
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| Count on the count
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| Sweep away, in his long black gown |