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Hey love, you're not still afraid of our dearly departed, right? |
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Cause Earhart, Mozart, Joan of Arc and all of their friends are expected tonight |
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Listen now, we have little time so let's find some festive decor |
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Break out the candles, the cabernet, strike up the band |
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Let's all raise the dead |
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And ask them to come to feast |
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A big celebration of past consummations and grand conceits |
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Let's all break some bread |
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And merry down the boulevard |
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Give medals of honor to all of the goners and deceased |
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Come on, don't you tell me that you don't recognize anyone |
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This is Miss Dickenson, go ahead and tell her, her poems really lived on |
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Everyone, life is strictly for the living, like you and me |
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But tonight we are sharing, despite this odd pairing you see |
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Let's all raise the dead |
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And ask them to come to feast |
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A big celebration of past consummations and grand conceits |
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Let's all break some bread |
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And merry down the boulevard |
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Give medals of honor to all of the goners and deceased |
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Let's all raise the dead |
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And ask them to come to feast |
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A big celebration of past consummations and grand conceits |
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Let's all break some bread |
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And merry down the boulevard |
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Give medals of honor to all of the goners and deceased |
