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Here I sit |
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A vampire at my piano |
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The flames burn glaringly higher |
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And the eyes that stare |
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through the darkness |
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Though they have no form |
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There's no need for alarm |
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So burn, so burn |
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Burn the flames higher and higher |
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So burn, burn the flames |
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Never to expire |
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Here I sit |
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A skeleton at my organ |
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The candles in my candelabra |
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burning hellishly, hellish hell |
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And the laughter unending echoes |
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through the haunted house |
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A little Christmas spirit |
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Ghostly haunting deadly spirit |
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Every creature is stirring |
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Even the mouse |
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So burn, so burn |
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Burn the flames higher, higher, higher, and higher |
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So burn, burn the flames |
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Never to expire |
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So burn... |
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Burn the flames higher, higher, higher, and higher |
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So burn, burn the flames |
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Never to expire |
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Here I sit myself at my instruments |
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Here they sit at their instruments |
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And the music fills and fills |
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Terrifies, horrifies, forever scares |
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The children of the night |
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What music we make |
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So burn, so burn |
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Burn the flames higher and higher |
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So burn, burn the flames |
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Never to expire |