| She’s alive screamed Dr. Frankenstein
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| From his laboratory, this dead body I’ll
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| Give it life
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| This monster’s gonna be your bride
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| All these stitches in your face, hold it all
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| In place
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| I only wanna destroy life so then I can
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| Recreate
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| You’re a walking beauty queen built from
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| Dead things
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| But I didn’t give you a heart
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| And left you with a thousand scars
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| And now here comes the bride
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| On this horrifying night
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| She’s the bride, she’s the bride
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| She’s the bride of Frankenstein
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| Dig up bodies from their graves
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| Or on the gallows where they hang
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| I making monsters from a 1000 dead
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| Corpses
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| Is my only claim to fame
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| All the beauty lies behind the blood, guts
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| And gore
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| I know you can’t buy love
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| That’s why I made a monster
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| And now the wedding bells are ringing
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| On this horrifying night |