| You’ll find him hard to recognise
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| Cos he won’t dress in black
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| He wears a suit of gold lamé
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| With velvet front and back
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| But he can touch your trembling heart
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| Can touch your very soul
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| He’ll take you with him when he leaves
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| He’ll make your dreams turn old
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| Some people say that he’s a fiend
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| A devil in disguise
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| He’ll promise love and happiness
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| Bright lights before your eyes
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| And still you know you can’t refuse
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| No matter what you think
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| You just got to taste the glamour
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| Ovations as you sink
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| Ride on your nightmare
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| On your ride to hell
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| Ride on your nightmare
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| On your ride
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| Ride on your nightmare
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| On your ride to hell
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| Ride on your nightmare
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| On your ride
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| He alone can read the signs
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| And he can read them well
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| But where he gets his power
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| There’s no one here can tell
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| So if you’re out alone at night
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| Be sure to take a friend
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| Cos it gets vicious lonely
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| In a world that never ends
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| He’s sure to come a calling
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| When the shades of night are drawn
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| A twisted, black thorn in his hand
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| He’ll linger until dawn
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| You wish to stay forever young
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| But only he knows how
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| It’s his blessing, it’s his curse
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| And it’s your decision now… |