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It's midnight, a night-owl is howling on a withering tree but watch out, there's something |
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Going on, on the cemetery the body-snatcher is digging up the graves bone-marauding no human corpse is safe |
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He's a night stalker he's a grave-robber he's a madman he's eager for some prey he's a night stalker he's a grave-robber |
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You got to call on him ten pounds are his pay |
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By the light of a candle he's doing his dirty work he shatters the coffins and the black rats are on the lurk the grave is plundered a dead dog lies close by a cab's removing the dawn is in the sky he's a night stalker.... |
