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Created on: February 17, 2007 Last Updated: May 14, 2007
{Happy Midnight}
You never looked as good as you do tonight
In that body bag, wrapped up tight.
Get in my hearse, love
We'll paint this city red
With the blood of the innocent
and help from the undead.
We'll terrorize till sunrise
then hide our eyes.
Sleep in this silk lined box
Making love under the heavy oak
Locked in all day
We prowl all night
Death did us together
On this Happy Midnight.
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