| Please, oh, please, though they’re all deceased
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| I beg of you on bended knee
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| Please, oh, please, let them rest in peace
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| For once they start, they never cease
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| You see, here lies good, old Fred
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| A great big rock fell on his head
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| And a peaceful rest lies brother Claude
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| Planted here beneath this sod
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| There’s the first lady of opera, Haunting Harriet
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| Searched for a tune but could never carry it
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| Poor cousin Maude who never awoke
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| The night her dreams went up in smoke
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| Please, oh, please, though they’re all deceased
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| We must beware the spirits' release
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| Rest in peace, cousin Huet
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| We all know you didn’t do it
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| Mary wrote mysteries with masterful quill
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| Not knowing the ink of words could kill
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| So, please, oh, please, let them rest in peace
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| Once they start, they never cease
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| And right before your very eyes
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| As the moon climbs high o’er the dead oak tree
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| Spooks arrive for the midnight spree
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| Creepy creeps with eerie eyes
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| Start to shriek and harmonize
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| Grim grinning ghosts come out to socialize
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| Grim grinning ghosts come out to socialize |