Friday night
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The drive-in doubles up the fright.
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The ghouls attack upon the silver light.
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Back seat
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The hearse windows are hazed with heat.
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Just for tonite, we're gonna starve the light
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A little longer.
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Just a little longer.
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I'm a torn up
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graveyard greaser groping on you.
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But dont you know girl
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I love you so?
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People freak
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but baby, don't you even speak.
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Don't explain, only call my name
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A little longer.
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Just a little longer.
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(sax break) oo la la.
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I know it's cold.
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I know it's late.
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We should be sleeping in our graves
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but let's stay and starve the light
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a little while - longer.
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We're dead as Death upon the screen
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but Death can't even match our gleam.
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Baby, won't you call that evil name of mine
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A little longer.
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Just a little longer.
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Starlite Decay
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| Blitzkid |
