| It was a chilly eve as fog rose from the tombs
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| And owls were howling, proclaiming our doom
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| Look and behold! |
| Shadows walking
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| The dead are calling
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| This is the night of the living dead
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| A nightmare-
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| The devil’s called his creatures
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| All are out to get your head!
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| This is the night of the living dead
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| Oh Baby, this is the night of the undead
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| They creep and crawl down from the hills
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| With penetrating stench, the air is slowly filled
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| Look and behold! |
| Shadows walking
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| The dead are calling
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| This is the night of the living dead
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| A nightmare
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| The devil’s called his creatures
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| All are out to get your head!
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| This is the night of the living dead
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| Oh Baby, this is the night of the undead
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| This is the night of the living dead
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| A nightmare
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| The devil’s called his creatures
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| All are out to get your head!
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| This is the night of the living dead
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| Oh Baby, this is the night of the undead |