| Noises down in the basement
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| Voices up in the attic
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| Figures prowling the garden
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| Shadows lurking the parlor
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| Awake long after midnight
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| Objects move in the darkness
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| Haunted by nightly wailings
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| Harassed by something unclean
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| Do you have a problem
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| With the warm-blooded
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| Infected by the non-dead?
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| It’s an infestation
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| Of troublesome mortals
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| Warm and perishable!
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| When you’re no longer flesh-and-bone
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| The living still won’t leave you alone
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| Just because your body’s grown cold
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| Doesn’t mean they can’t possess your home
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| You had hoped for eternal peace
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| But the living still plague the deceased
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| House guests are falling asleep
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| Breathers: hostile and nasty
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| Creatures know something dreadful
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| Bleeders selfish and vile
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| Can you feel the presence
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| Swirling in the mire
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| Waiting to expire?
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| Can you feel the bound souls
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| Swirling in the ether
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| Growing like a fever?
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| When you’re no longer flesh-and-bone
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| The living still won’t leave you alone
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| Just because your body’s grown cold
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| Doesn’t mean they can’t possess your home
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| You had hoped for eternal peace
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| But the living still plague the deceased
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| When you’re no longer flesh-and-bone
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| The living still won’t leave you alone
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| Just because your body’s grown cold
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| Doesn’t mean they can’t possess your home
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| You had hoped for eternal peace
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| But the living still plague the deceased |