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Those who are dead are not dead
They’re just living in my head
And since I fell for that spell
I am living there as well
Oh..
Time is so short and I’m sure
There must be something more
Those who are dead are not dead
They’re just living in my head oh…
And since I fell for that spell
I am living there as well oh…
Time is so short and I’m sure
There must be something more
You thought you might be a ghost
You thought you might be a ghost
You didn’t get to heaven but you made it close
You didn’t get to heaven but you made it close
You thought you might be a ghost
You thought you might be a ghost
You didn’t get to heaven but you made it close
You didn’t get to heaven but you oh-oh-ooh, oh-oh-ooh
Oh oh…
Those who are dead are not dead
They’re just living in my head
Oh.. 
Death And All His Friends
All winter, we got carried
Oh way over on the rooftops let's get married.
All summer we just hurried
so come over, just be patient, and don't worry.
So come over, just be patient, and don't worry.
So come over, just be patient, and don't worry.
And don't worry.
No I don't wanna battle from beginning to end;
I don't wanna cycle or recycle revenge;
I don't wanna follow death and all his friends.
No I don't wanna battle from beginning to end;
I don't wanna cycle or recycle revenge;
I don't wanna follow death and all of his friends.
Those who are dead are not dead
They’re just living in my head
And since I fell for that spell
I am living there as well
Oh..
Time is so short and I’m sure
There must be something more
Those who are dead are not dead
They’re just living in my head oh…
And since I fell for that spell
I am living there as well oh…
Time is so short and I’m sure
There must be something more
You thought you might be a ghost
You thought you might be a ghost
You didn’t get to heaven but you made it close
You didn’t get to heaven but you made it close
You thought you might be a ghost
You thought you might be a ghost
You didn’t get to heaven but you made it close
You didn’t get to heaven but you oh-oh-ooh, oh-oh-ooh
Oh oh…
Those who are dead are not dead
They’re just living in my head
Oh..
Cemeteries Of London
At night they would go walking ‘til the breaking of the day,The morning is for sleeping…
Through the dark streets they go searching to seek God in their own way,
Save the nighttime for your weeping…
Your weeping…
Singing la lalalala la lé…
And the night over London rang.
So we rode down to the river where the toiling ghosts strain
for their curses to be broken…
We’d go underneath the arches where the witches are in there saying
There are ghost towns in the ocean…
The ocean…
Singing la lalalala la lé…
And the night over London rang.
God is in the houses and God is in my head… and all the cemeteries in London…
I see God come in my garden, but I don’t know what he said,
For my heart, it wasn’t open…
Not open…
Singing la lalalala la lé…
and the night over London rang.
Singing la lalalala la lé…
There's no light over
