| Hold on, Holy Ghost
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| Go on, hold me close
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| Better run, here we come
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| It's the Day of the Dead
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| We come from a world of oblivion, bad dreams
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| I got all I need strapped right to my hamstring
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| I'm not really bad, I'm just made up of bad things
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| I'm really not a madman, the voices keep asking
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| Born with this soul that don't wanna be saved
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| Every time I look around, I see what a fiend made
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| Every time I die, I hope they're digging up my grave
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| An Undead one like the flag that I wave
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| I'm not afraid to cry from this cocaine sickness
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| I'm not afraid to die, let the Good Book witness
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| I ask and give none, nope, no forgiveness
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| This is Day of the Dead, and you're on our hit list
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| So come, all you misfits
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| Bitch, you're on our hit list
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| Hold on, Holy Ghost
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| Go on, hold me close
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| Better run, here we come
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| It's the Day of the Dead
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| Hold on, holy ghost
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| So long to the ones you know
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| Better run, here we come
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| It's the Day of the Dead
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| This is exactly what has to be done, it happened so gradually
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| It's like I magically happened to be this phantom that candidly
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| Lets this dagger cut jaggedly while you're gasping so rapidly
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| While you gag on this rag, I feed you while laughing so happily
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| It's okay to get startled and be afraid of the dark
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| I'll just wait here to swallow your soul and tear you apart
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| And I've already started, there ain't no saving your heart
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| This is the Day of the Dead, this ain't no day in the park
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| Here I come, here I come, grab your guns and crossbows
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| And run, better run from the skull and crossbones
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| The fun has begun, yeah, it's hard to swallow
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| And when I'm done, I ain't done 'cause it's hell that follows
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| Now get ready for sorrow
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| 'Cause it's hell that follows
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| Hold on, Holy Ghost
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| Go on, hold me close
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| Better run, here we come
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| It's the Day of the Dead
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| Hold on, holy ghost
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| So long to the ones you know
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| Better run, here we come
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| It's the Day of the Dead
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| When the ashes start to rise and the moon falls from the sky
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| And a thousand candles burn into the night
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| When the angels softly cry on the flames below the sky
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| Would a thousand souls still pray for you and I?
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| Hold on, Holy Ghost
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| Go on hold me close
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| Better run, here we come
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| It's the Day of the Dead
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| Hold on, Holy Ghost
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| Go on, hold me close
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| Better run, here we come
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| It's the Day of the Dead
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| Hold on, Holy Ghost
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| So long to the ones you know
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| Better run, here we come
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| It's the Day of the Dead
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| Hold on, Holy Ghost
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| It's the Day of the Dead
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| Hold on, Holy Ghost
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| It's the Day of the Dead
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| Hold on, Holy Ghost
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| Here's to the damned!
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| It's the Day of the Dead
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| Hold on, Holy Ghost
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| Here's to the damned!
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| It's the Day of the Dead |