| I am Manuel «Manny"Clavera
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| Come to help manage in the land of the dead
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| You don’t want to ramble forever
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| To the land of eternal rest
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| I’ll help you travel at leisure in luxury
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| Please be my guest
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| Just another November the second
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| Working my bony bum to death
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| Under the threat of debt collection
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| Trapped in the back of El Marrow
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| It’s hell if hell was shallow
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| This is where the bodies are buried
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| After the barrow
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| You come back to life with jack
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| But ivory wrapping your marrow
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| Too late to change the fact
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| You’ve strayed away
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| From the path that is narrow
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| Taken your last breath and wasted it
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| Chasing after that arrow
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| Straight to the gallows
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| But your grave doesn’t have to be shallow
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| Step out the shadows
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| And gather your underworldly possessions
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| And then prepare for the day of the dead
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| Dress for the procession
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| Death’s in fashion and vogue
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| People are passionate both
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| Before and after the boat trip
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| It doesn’t have to forebode, no
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| You don’t need to run on foot
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| Among a pack of savages
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| Just have a quick look
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| At our packages of rapid trips
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| Into the last level
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| Of the underworld of our souls
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| Are coveting another thing
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| Till nothing hurts at all, ow
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| I am Manuel «Manny"Calavera
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| Come to help manage in the land of the dead
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| You dont want to
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| Ramble forever
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| To the land of eternal rest
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| I’ll help you travel at leisure in luxury
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| Please be my guest
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| How far will a man go,
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| To keep dancing this Grim Fandango?
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| How far will a man go,
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| To keep dancing this Grim Fandango?
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| Engine engine, number nine
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| You’ve been here for the hundredth time
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| Still not got what you’ve come to find
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| God made the argument from design
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| Number nine, a number nine
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| Number nine, a number nine
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| I’m the superstar of Rubacava
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| Shrewd and mildly crude calaca
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| Dude unarmed, my humour’s sharp as new katanas
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| The truth’s my suit of armour
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| The new recruit to our group
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| To find the root of all inscrutable defilement
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| In this huge environment
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| Forbidden fruit for Carla
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| Who pursues me through the art of using subterfuge
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| I love seducing you through human charm
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| I can’t delude, I’m petrified
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| Of putryifying mutant spiders
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| But there’s nothing I won’t do for glottis
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| He’s my goofy sidekick
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| Oh, olivia
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| How can I forgive you?
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| Now nah would you hear me out
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| Wow, I’ve been an idiot
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| Here’s me thinking you had a bad taste in men
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| But it was really that you had
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| A taste for bad men
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| How far will a man go,
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| To keep dancing this Grim Fandango?
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| How far will a man go,
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| To keep dancing, whoa
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| I am Manuel «Manny"Calavera
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| Come to help manage in the land of the dead
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| You dont want to
 | 
| Ramble forever
 | 
| To the land of eternal rest
 | 
| I’ll help you travel at leisure in luxury
 | 
| Please be my guest
 | 
| How far will a man go,
 | 
| To keep dancing this Grim Fandango?
 | 
| How far will a man go,
 | 
| To keep dancing this Grim Fandango?
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| How far will a man go,
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| To keep dancing this Grim Fandango?
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| How far will a man go,
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| To keep dancing this Grim Fandango? |