| Give me a listen you corpses of cheer
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| At least those of you who still got an ear
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| I’ll tell you a story, make a skeleton cry
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| 'Bout our own jubiliciously lovely corpse bride
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| Die, die we all pass away
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| But don’t wear a frown 'cause it’s really okay
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| And you might try and hide
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| You might try and pray
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| But we all end up the remains of the day
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| Oh no, oh no no
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| Oh no, no no no no
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| Well, our girl is a beauty known for miles around
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| Till a mysterious stranger came into town
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| He’s plenty good-looking, but down on his cash
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| And our poor little baby, she fell hard and fast
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| When her daddy said no, she just couldn’t cope
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| So our lovers came up with a plan to elope
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| Die, die we all pass away
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| But don’t wear a frown 'cause it’s really okay
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| And you might try and hide
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| You might try and pray
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| But we all end up the remains of the day
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| Oh no, oh no no
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| Oh no, oh no no
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| (Oh, that’s right
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| Hit it boys)
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| So they conjured up a plan to meet late at night
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| They told not a soul, kept the whole thing tight
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| Now, her mother’s wedding dress fit like a glove
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| You don’t need much when you’re really in love
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| Except for a few things, or so I’m told
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| Like the family jewels and a satchel of gold
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| Die, die we all pass away
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| But don’t wear a frown 'cause it’s really okay
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| And you might try and hide
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| You might try and pray
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| But we all end up the remains of the day
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| Now when she opened her eyes she was dead as dust
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| Her jewels were missing and her heart was bust
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| So she made a vow lying under that tree
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| That she’d wait for her true love to come set her free
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| Been waiting for someone to ask for her hand
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| When out of the blue comes this groovy young man
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| Who vows forever to be by her side
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| And that’s the story of our corpse bride
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| Die, die we all pass away
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| But don’t wear a frown cause it’s really okay
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| And you might try and hide
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| You might try and pray
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| But we all end up the remains of the day |