| Light up the candles and open the gate
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| The bell is ringing for the souls with no fate
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| Our little angels, all lost in this world
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| Death is transcending, they will ressurect
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| Not from their grave, but they’ve come to collect
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| In danza macabra, the dance of the dead
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| We honor the souls, we praise the departed
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| Now la calavera catrina is glowing
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| The eyes of the skull bursting into a blaze
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| All of the damned — dia de los muertos
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| All of the damned — los angelitos, los inocentes
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| So listen, beware, remember what they said
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| That life is best enjoyed after death
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| There is a place where the evil can rest
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| Let’s draw a circle and take out their nest
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| Into the fire, we all been mislead
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| Battle is raging prepare to attack
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| Made out of fire they clobber my back
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| The living and dead in a final ballet
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| Let’s summon the dead
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| We all stand together
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| But we thought the spirits
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| Would rest on this day
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| How could we be so blind
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| Stop the dance start the slay
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| All of the damned — dia de los muertos
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| All of the damned — los angelitos, los inocentes
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| So listen, beware, remember what they said
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| That life is best enjoyed after death |