| What do you think of this month's prize? |
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 Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 9:24 pm
But we all end up the remains of the day
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 9:29 pm
Well our girl is a beauty known for miles around
When a mysterious stranger came into town
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 9:34 pm
He's plenty good lookin', but down on his cash
And our poor little baby, she fell hard and fast
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 9:40 pm
Die, die we all pass away
But don't wear a frown cause it's really okay
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 9:41 pm
And you might try 'n' hide
And you might try 'n' pray
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 9:43 pm
But we all end up the remains of the day
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 9:45 pm
So they conjured up a plan to meet late at night
They told not a soul, kept the whole thing tight
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 9:46 pm
Now her mother's wedding dress fit like a glove
You don't need much when you're really in love
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 9:47 pm
Except for a few things, or so I'm told
Like the family jewels and a satchel of gold
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 9:50 pm
Then next to the grave yard by the old oak tree
On a dark foggy night at a quarter to three
She was ready to go, but where was he
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 9:52 pm
BONE BOYS: And then?
BONEJANGLES: She waited
BONE BOYS: And then?
BONEJANGLES: There in the shadows, was it the man?
BONE BOYS: And then?
BONEJANGLES: Her little heart beat so loud
BONEBOYS: And then?
BONEJANGLES: And then baby, everything went black
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 9:55 pm
Now when she opened her eyes she was dead as dust
Her jewels were missing and her heart was bust
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 9:58 pm
So she made a vow lying under that tree
That she'd wait for her true love to come set her free
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 10:03 pm
Always waiting for someone to ask for her hand
When out of the blue comes this groovy young man
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 10:12 pm
Who vows forever to be by her side
And that's the story of our own corpse bride
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