| On the perfect night the graveyard is lit by a full moon
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| Autumn leaves and stone often treated with an old boom
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| Here and there the night air carries bass drops
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| The soundtrack is something fast running through the crops
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| On the perfect night fallin' stars don’t even get noticed
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| People throwin' holy water on they doors is scared of ghosts
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| On the perfect night the wind is blowin' hard enough to sway the trees
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| And it’s about a hundred degrees
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| On the perfect night the whole town shuts of its lights
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| And listens to the city; |
| screams, sirens, howls, and fights
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| On the perfect night everything blends in with the shadows
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| Moon in the sky; |
| rats, owls, bats, ravens, and crows
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| On the perfect night
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| Iii…(Be sure to lock up and board all your windows
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| And doors and don’t leave your home. |
| Don’t. |
| Don’t)
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| Love a perfect Night (Don't leave your home. Don’t)
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| Perfect night (Don't Leave your home)
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| On the perfect night bitches get they panties pulled off and love it
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| The f**kin' moon is so low you can almost touch it
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| Bats rule the dark skies snatchin' mosquitoes
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| Possums diggin' through your garbage cans for leftover Fritos
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| On the perfect night there’s twenty-seven clowns in a minivan
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| And every one of us understands how we could kill a man
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| On the perfect night it’s windy enough to surf clouds
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| Like the hawks and vultures on they pilgrimage south
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| Street lights that haven’t worked for years suddenly glow
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| Missin' children from a hundred years ago now they show
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| On the perfect night no reception, something’s in the air
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| Maybe you can see it or ya can’t but it’s clearly there
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| On the perfect night
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| Fortune tellers and psychics have nosebleeds all night
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| 'cause they’re flooded with the energies attackin' 'em bright
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| A headless man on a ten speed in the middle of the road
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| He’s swervin' a little but still peddlin' home
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| On the perfect night dead people get to sleep in
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| 'cause when they wake up on a night like this its where to begin
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| The ringmaster’s wagons can travel far and undisturbed
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| 'Cept they show up in the dark for the town they about to serve
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| The dark is perfectly upon us like a million piranhas
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| Swallow you whole like little dicks in big vaginas
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| On the perfect night you can bet that nobody’s sleepin'
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| The darkness outside is thick and heavy got your walls creakin' |