He's looking at me with his eyes closed and his lips are moving fast Little drops are dripping now from his chin upon his chest And every time I try to escape, the little dwarf appears and fades His glassy hand it touches me, I smell the air of death and life Walking through the ballroom of the dead I hear two ghostly voices and a dark duet Hearin the music of the minuet Walkin through the ballroom of the dead Voices, I wish they were signing glad His glassy hand, it touches me, I smell the air of death and life Walking through the ballroom of the dead I hear two ghostly voices and a dark duet Hearin the music of the minuet Walkin through the ballroom of the dead Voices, I wish they were signing glad Hearing the music of the minuet Ghostly voices, dark duet Hearing the music of the minuet Ghostly voices, dark duet I don't wanna die! Hearing the music of the minuet I don't wanna die! Ghostly voices, dark duet I don't wanna die! Hearing the music of the minuet I don't wanna die! Ghostly voices, dark duet I don't wanna die! I don't wanna die!
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