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Marquee de Sombras

cachito

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Lyrics

Intro

Mm

(Mm-hmm)

Ah-oh

Verse 1

The marquee hums but the letters look wrong

Thirty-first and the sidewalks won't sleep

Spiderwebs strung from the gutters to the gates

Strangers wearing strangers down the street

Some come dressed as ghosts some as silk-threaded witches

Under every mask a question stays

It isn't just a party it isn't just a game

Something in the fog is starting to wake

Pre-Chorus

The lamps blink and the minutes won't move

Curiosity calls and the fear follows too

Don't stand there staring but you can't walk away

Because tonight everything can come true

Chorus

It's the thirty-first out in Hollywood

When the faces come out to roam

Something pulls you closer to the unknown

And the dread keeps whispering stay

Between the glow and the grave between the joke and the truth

The party lingers on endlessly

Drop

Masks come out masks come out

Stay stay stay

Verse 2

Down on those boulevards they shuffle and sway

Capes and crooked hats and luck that runs thin

Haunted hallways lined with photographs

Eyes that watch you from behind the glass

Some arrive to laugh and some arrive to sing

Others come to bury a spell they won't speak

Nobody can tell you what hides in the cloth

When midnight lands the secret takes the street

Pre-Chorus

The lamps blink and the minutes won't move

Curiosity calls and the fear follows too

Don't stand there staring but you can't walk away

Because tonight everything can come true

Chorus

It's the thirty-first out in Hollywood

When the faces come out to roam

Something pulls you closer to the unknown

And the dread keeps whispering stay

Between the glow and the grave between the joke and the truth

The party lingers on endlessly

Bridge

Who is who who is real

Just costumes or something concealed

A voice drifts over the hill

Whoever joins the party never leaves

Chorus

It's the thirty-first out in Hollywood

When the faces come out to roam

Something pulls you closer to the unknown

And the dread keeps whispering stay

Between the glow and the grave between the joke and the truth

The party lingers on endlessly

Outro

Mm

The thirty-first never ended

(Mm-hmm)

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