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The organ plays til midnight on maldine square tonight
The dancers dance with a fever and delight
His brow is tense but ,his hands never shake
Revenge has come sweetly
And death is his mate
The organ plays til midnight
Note perfect like clockwork
Perfect,precise and a slave
To the masters demands
Two souls locked together for all eternity
Soon to be one our work is nearly over
But who is the victim
And who is the innocent
The organ plays til midnight
Note perfect like clockwork
Perfect,precise and a slave
To the masters demands
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