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It's close to midnight and something evil's a-lurkin' in the dark |
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Under the moonlight you see a sight that almost stops your heart |
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You try to scream but terror takes the sound before you make it |
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You start to freeze as horror looks you right between the eyes, |
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You're paralyzed |
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'Cause this is thriller, thriller night |
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And no one's gonna save you from the beast about to strike |
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You know it's thriller, thriller night |
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You're fighting for your life inside a killer, thriller tonight |
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You hear the door slam and realize there's nowhere left to run |
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You feel the cold hand and wonder if you'll ever see the sun |
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You close your eyes and hope that this is just imagination |
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But all the while you hear the creature creepin' up behind |
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You're out of time |
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'Cause this is thriller, thriller night |
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There ain't no second chance against the thing with forty eyes |
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You know it's thriller, thriller night |
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You're fighting for your life inside a killer, thriller tonight |
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Night creatures call |
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And the dead start to walk in their masquerade |
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There's no escapin' the jaws of the alien this time(they're open wide) |
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This is the end of your life |
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They're out to get you, there's demons closing in on every side |
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They will possess you unless you change the number on your dial |
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Now is the time for you and I to cuddle close together |
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All thru the night I'll save you from the terrors on the screen, |
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I'll make you see |
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That it's a thriller, thriller night |
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'Cause I can thrill you more than any ghost would dare to try |
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Girl, this is thriller, thriller night |
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So let me hold you tight and share a killer, diller, chiller, |
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Thriller here tonight |
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(Rap performed by Vincent Price) |
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Darkness falls across the land |
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The midnite hour is close at hand |
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Creatures crawl in search of blood |
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To terrorize y'awl's neighborhood |
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And whosoever shall be found |
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Without the soul for getting down |
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Must stand and face the hounds of hell |
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And rot inside a corpse's shell |
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The foulest stench is in the air |
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The funk of forty thousand years |
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And grizzly ghouls from every tomb |
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Are closing in to seal your doom |
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And though you fight to stay alive |
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Your body starts to shiver |
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For no mere mortal can resist |
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The evil of the thriller |
