| 'Twas Halloween and the ghosts were out
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| And everywhere they’d go, they’d shout
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| And though I covered my eyes I knew
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| They’d go away
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| But fear’s the only thing I saw
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| And three days later 'twas clear to all
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| That nothing is as scary as election day
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| But the day after is darker
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| And darker and darker it goes
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| Who knows, maybe the plans will change
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| Who knows, maybe he’s not deranged
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| The news men know what they know, but they
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| Know even less than what they say
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| And I don’t know who I can trust
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| For they come what may
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| 'cause we believed in our candidate
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| But even more it’s the one we hate
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| I needed someone I could shake
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| On election day
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| But the day after is darker
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| And deeper and deeper we go
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| Who knows, maybe it’s all a dream
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| Who knows if I’ll wake up and scream
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| I love the things that you’ve given me
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| I cherish you my dear country
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| But sometimes I don’t understand
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| The way we play
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| I love the things that you’ve given me
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| And most of all that I am free
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| To have a song that I can sing
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| On election day |