| Hey, give me a listen
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| You corpses of cheer
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| At least those of you
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| Who still got an ear
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| I’ll tell you a story
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| Make a skeleton cry
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| Of our own jubilisciously lovely Corpse Bride
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| Die Die
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| We all pass away
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| Don’t wear a frown, cause it’s really ok You might try and hide
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| And you might try to pray
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| But we all end up The remains of the day
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| Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah
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| Yah, yah, yah
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| Well our girl was a beauty
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| Known for miles around
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| A mysterious stranger came into town
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| He was plenty good lookin'
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| But down on his cash
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| And our poor little baby
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| 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
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| We all pass away
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| Don’t wear a frown, cause it’s really ok You might try and hide
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| And you might try to pray
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| But we all end up The remains of the day
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| Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah
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| Yah, yah, yah
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| Yeah, so they conjured up a plan to meet late at night
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| 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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| We don’t need much we’re already in love
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| Except for a few things, or so I am told
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| That the family jewels and the satchel of gold
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| Then next to the graveyard by the old oak tree
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| On a dark foggy night at a quarter to three
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| She was ready to go But where was he?!
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| (And then?)
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| She waited
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| (And then?)
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| There in the shadows, was it the man?!
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| (And then?)
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| Her little heart beat so loud
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| (And then?)
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| And then baby, everything… went…black
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| Now when she opened her eyes
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| She was dead as dust
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| Her jewels were missing
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| And her heart was bust
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| So she made a vow right under that tree
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| That she’d wait for her true love to come set her free
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| Always 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
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| We all pass away
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| Don’t wear a frown, cause it’s really ok You might try and hide
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| And you might try to pray
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| But we all end up The remains of the day
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| YEAH |