[FOREWORD: You cannot make Puppets out of dead people's bodies, and then bring them to life for real. Even if you could, DON'T TRY!!! The following story is mostly written from the nightmares of a sick child. A sick child, who still can't find the Light. Me.]
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[Diamond/ Diamond]
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Midnight...I see the snow that's falling
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Midnight...Still hanging on this wall
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I'm thinking back in time
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To when there was still a life
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Free of misery
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Oh...But it was never to be
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Midnight...I see the snow that's falling
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Midnight...And still you're haunting me
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I'm thinking back in time
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To the cellar in the darkest night
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All the misery
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All...The blood I had to see
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Midnight...Midnight...Midnight...Midnight...
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They're ready for the show
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Now the blood must flow
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They're waiting above
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Oh Noooo!
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"Let the show begin"
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Midnight
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| King Diamond |
