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Black is back and love is dead
Nothing left and that's okay
I know the world is a grave
Even in her own death
She still smoked the cigarettes
I know she can't taste them there
Saturday night of the living dead
I'm so glad to ------ ------ (??)
We are planning for you, baby
Your god swore our wedding
Saturday night of the living dead
We get ourselves tattooed
With images of death
You know the wicked never rest
We'll listen to the music
That no one seems to care
It's our life and yes we're dead
Saturday night of the living dead
And I'm so glad to ------ ------ (??)
We are planning for you, baby
Your god swore our wedding
Saturday night of the living dead
Saturday night of the living dead
And I'm so glad to ------ ------ (??)
We are planning for you, baby
Your god swore our wedding
Saturday night of the living dead
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