| Blood-stained streets at the carnival tonight
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| It’s a long ride out of a Santa Carla night
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| I hunger come the dusk
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| A sinful tide
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| Years of waiting
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| Our awakening
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| Load up your guns, got your holy water, right?
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| It’s a sickly sight, the moon is ridin' high
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| We’re feeding on your hearts
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| Destruction now
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| Vengeful thinking
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| Dominating
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| City’s waiting
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| For our taking
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| Feast your eyes, it’s murder
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| Crimson city night
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| Dead in Santa Carla
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| Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
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| Drink up the blood, man, we’re never gonna die
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| It’s a feast of friends and the kill’l keep us high
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| Insatiable our lust
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| So violent inside
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| Centuries feeding
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| Demon’s evening
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| City’s waiting
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| For our taking
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| Feast your eyes, it’s murder
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| Crimson city night
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| Dead in Santa Carla
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| Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, oooooh!
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| Feast your eyes, it’s murder
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| Crimson city night
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| Dead in Santa Carla
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| Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ooooh!
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| Woah-oh-oooohhh-i-i-i-ide!
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| Hi-i-i-i-ide!
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| Nobody getting out
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| Nobody getting out
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| Ain’t nobody getting out alive
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| Nobody getting out
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| Nobody getting out
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| Ain’t nobody getting out |