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1. It's close to mid...night and something evil's lurking in the dark,
under the moon...light you see a sight that almost stops your heart.
You try to sDcre...am, but terror takes the sound before you Ammake it.
You start to Dfre...eze, as horror looks you right between the eAmyes,
you're pE7aralyzed.
'Cause this is thrAmiller, thriCller night,
and nDo one's gonna save you from the bFeast about strike.
You know it's thrAmiller, thriCller night,
you're fDighting for your life inside a kFiller, thrGiller tonAmight
2. You hear the door slam and realize there's nowhere left to run.
You feel the cold hand and wonder if you'll ever see the sun.
You close your Deyes and hope that this is just imaginaAmtion,
but all the whDile you hear the creature creepin' up bAmehind,
you're out of tE7ime.
'Cause this is thrAmiller, thriCller night,
there aDin't no second chance against the thFing with forty eyes.
You know it's thrAmiller, thriCller night,
you're fDighting to survive inside a kFiller, thrGiller tonAmight.
Night creatures call, and the dead start to walk in their masquerade.
There's no escapin' the jaws of the alien this time.
this is the end of your life.
3. They're out to get you, there's demons closing in on every side.
They will possess you unless you change the number on your dial.
Now is the Dtime for you and I to cuddle close tAmogether,
all thru the Dnight I'll save you from the terror on the Amscreen,
I'll make you sE7ee...
That this is thrAmiller, thriCller night,
'cause DI can thrill you more than any ghFost would dare to try.
Girl, this is thrAmiller, thriCller night,
so lDet me hold you tight and share a kFiller, diller, chiller,
thrGiller here tonAmight.
'Cause this is thrAmiller, thriCller night,
and nDo one's gonna save you from the bFeast about strike.
You know it's thrAmiller, thriCller night,
you're fDighting for your life inside a kFiller, thrGiller tonAmight
( Segura no Am:)
Darkness falls across the land, the midnite hour is close at hand.
Creatures crawl in search of blood to terrorize y'awl's neighbourhood.
And whosoever shall be found without the soul for getting down,
must stand and face the hounds of hell and rot inside a corpse's shell.
The foulest stench is in the air the funk of forty thousand years.
And grizzy ghouls from every tomb are closing in to seal your doom.
And though you fight to stay alive, your body starts to shiver.
For no mere mortal can resist the evil of the thriller.
Can you dig it? + (rindo) ...
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