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When I've been in the Drakula's Mansion
I was sitting alone without reflections of soul's trade
I was drinking the black rum near the black grave
One man, one bottle, one glass, one heavy band
And the all the demons were screaming "OVERDEAD"
Overdead don't have any kind of brain
Overdead comes from hell on the blood river rain
Overdead did you have another band
Overdead that all it was all of THE OVERDEAD
Overdead all in me all it was
All that I, all I want, all want to be
Overdead!
Over... over...
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