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A devil in a midnight mass,
He prayed behind stained glass. A memory of Sunday class, Resurrected from the past. Hold your breath and count to four Pinky swears don't work no more Footsteps down the hallway floor, Getting closer to my door I was alive, but now I'm singing... Silent night... for the rest of my life. Silent night... for the rest of my life. Violent knight... till at the edge of your knife. "Forgive me Father"... won't make it right. Silent night... for the rest of my life. Silent night... at the edge of your knife. You're guilty! A devil in a midnight mass Killed the boy inside the man The holy water in his hands Can never wash away his sins Hold your breath and count to four Pinky swears don't work no more Put my trust in God that day Not the man that taught his way I was alive, but now I'm singing... Whisper, whisper... don't make a sound. Your bed is made; it's in the ground Whisper, whisper... don't make a sound. Your bed is made; it's in the ground Whisper, whisper... don't make a sound. Your bed is made; it's in the ground Whisper, whisper... don't make a sound. Your bed is made; it's in the ground Whisper, whisper... don't make a sound. Your bed is made; it's in the ground Whisper, whisper... don't make a sound. Your bed is made; it's in the ground |
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A devil in a midnight mass,
He prayed behind stained glass. A memory of Sunday class, Resurrected from the past. Hold your breath and count to four Pinky swears don't work no more Footsteps down the hallway floor, Getting closer to my door I was alive, but now I'm singing... Silent night... for the rest of my life. Silent night... for the rest of my life. Violent knight... till at the edge of your knife. "Forgive me Father"... won't make it right. Silent night... for the rest of my life. Silent night... at the edge of your knife. You're guilty! A devil in a midnight mass Killed the boy inside the man The holy water in his hands Can never wash away his sins Hold your breath and count to four Pinky swears don't work no more Put my trust in God that day Not the man that taught his way I was alive, but now I'm singing... Whisper, whisper... don't make a sound. Your bed is made; it's in the ground Whisper, whisper... don't make a sound. Your bed is made; it's in the ground Whisper, whisper... don't make a sound. Your bed is made; it's in the ground Whisper, whisper... don't make a sound. Your bed is made; it's in the ground Whisper, whisper... don't make a sound. Your bed is made; it's in the ground Whisper, whisper... don't make a sound. Your bed is made; it's in the ground |
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