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Missy I miss you so, oh, little sister |
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I wish you'd come back to me and sit by my side |
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We'd laugh and we'd play again, if only you'll try |
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You know they would show the way from the other side |
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Rise from your grave little sister |
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Rise, rise, rise my friends, rise |
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Spirits rising from their grave |
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Burning shadows in the dead of night |
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Icy fingers all over my hand |
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Try to make me understand |
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Finally we have returned |
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All of us |
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Missy is that you? Come closer, spirits rising from their grave |
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Everywhere that ghostly stare, icy fingers all over my hand |
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Lead me back to where she stands |
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They are back to share my life, they're back |
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Missy come, come with me, there are things I must know |
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How did you get here, where is the door to the other side? |
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Beyond the graves lies the gate, the gate that leads to the dead |
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We have to leave before the dawn, if not by the sun we will burn |
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Spirits rising from their grave |
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Soon the dawn will chase the dark away |
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Icy fingers all over my hand, lead me back to where they stand |
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Am I glad you have returned, all of you |
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Do you remember when grandmother said, she heard them sing |
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I've heard them too and I really wish I could hear them again |
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In your mind you'll hear them sing every night at the graves |
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We have to leave before the dawn, if not by the sun we will burn, now sing |
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Show your powers onto me |
