| Now beware the streets tonight
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| Lay low til the sunrise
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| The undead casanovas hunt for love
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| Lock the doors, drop the blinds
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| Keep quiet and stay inside
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| But nothing helps when push comes to shove
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| Bequeath thy loving, my body’s cold
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| I take you in my coffin where you can kiss my bones
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| On the night of the loving dead
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| Love the un-living, no skins attached
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| On the night of the loving dead
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| The night of the loving dead
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| Dressing sharp, all natural
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| Looking drop dead gorgeous
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| Sins of the rotten flesh for you to hold
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| My caress is terminal
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| Cause my touch is torture
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| There’s no way in hell I’d let you go
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| Bequeath thy loving, my body’s cold
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| I take you in my coffin where you can kiss my bones
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| On the night of the loving dead
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| Love the un-living, no skins attached
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| On the night of the loving dead
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| The night of the loving dead
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| Six feet underground
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| If I had a heart you would make it pound
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| You make the dead come alive
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| On the night of the loving dead
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| Love the un-living, no skins attached
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| On the night of the loving dead
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| The night of the loving dead |