This head is haunted by a chorus in the sky
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The voices aren¡¯t mine
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I kiss the darkness as I see the whites of their eyes
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They¡¯re crawling up my spine
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They bloom at midnight in the middle of the moonlight
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Strike a match!
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Light the chandelier!
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This bedroom is a ballroom now
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Strike the band and make the dead dance
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This room is filled with corpses in costumes
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My guests dress in black and blue
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I raise a toast to the few
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The orchids are in bloom
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There¡¯s a dead note in the choir of the garden
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The sun will kiss the gloom
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The warden¡¯s giving pardons soon
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Strike a match!
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Light the chandelier!
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This bedroom is a ballroom now
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Strike the band and make the dead dance
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This room is filled with corpses in costumes
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Strike the band and make the dead dance
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(I kiss the darkness as I see the whites of their eyes)
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Strike the band and dance, dance.
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¡°This is your last night.
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Do you believe in what you write?
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We open the sky and we hope you see light.¡±
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Strike a match!
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Light the chandelier!
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This bedroom is a ballroom now
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Strike the band and make the dead dance
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This room is filled with corpses in costumes
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Strike the band and make the dead dance
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(I kiss the darkness as I see the whites of their eyes)
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Strike the band and dance, dance
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(This room is filled with corpses in costumes)
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Chandelier
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| Senses Fail |
