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The organ plays 'till midnight on Maldine Square tonight |
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The dancer's dance with a fever and delight |
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His brow is tense but his hands never shake |
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Revenge has come sweetly and death is his mate |
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The organ plays 'till midnight note perfect like clockwork |
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Perfect precise and a slave to the master's demands |
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Two souls locked together for all eternity |
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Soon to be one our work is nearly over |
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But who is the victim? |
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And who is the innocent? |
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The organ plays 'till midnight note perfect like clockwork |
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Perfect precise and a slave to the master's demands |
