| See their faces in magazines
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| Running down the hallways of your dreams
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| Howling at the sickly silver moon
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| They will collapse with pneumonia pretty soon
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| Always a face in the crowd
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| Gathers when the stars are out
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| Always in the audience
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| With their executions of the innocent
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| Can you see them?
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| You could be them
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| Oh there a jolly bunch
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| And they’re coming after you
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| But if you give into them
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| You will become one of them
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| So much fun, can’t we come to the vampire party with you
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| Always by the side of the road
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| Rushing passing lanes at night
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| Hidden in the corners of the room
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| High from the glare of your flood light
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| Listen to their voices in the gloom
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| Whispering their worlds devoid of truth
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| See them sitting on a fence
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| Croaking like crows in the wind
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| Can you see them
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| You could be them
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| Oh there a jolly bunch and there coming after you
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| But if you give into them
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| You will become one of them
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| So much fun, can’t we come to the vampire party with you |