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He's looking at me with his eyes closed and his lips are moving fastLittle drops are dripping now from his chin upon his chestAnd every time I try to escape, the little dwarf appears and fadesHis glassy hand it touches me, I smell the air of death and lifeWalking through the ballroom of the dead I hear two ghostly voices and a dark duetHearin' the music of the minuetWalkin' through the ballroom of the deadVoices, I wish they were signing gladHis glassy hand, it touches me, I smell the air of death and lifeWalking through the ballroom of the dead I hear two ghostly voices and a dark duetHearin' the music of the minuetWalkin' through the ballroom of the deadVoices, I wish they were signing gladHearing the music of the minuetGhostly voices, dark duetHearing the music of the minuetGhostly voices, dark duetI don't wanna die!Hearing the music of the minuetI don't wanna die!Ghostly voices, dark duetLetras de cancionesI don't wanna die!Hearing the music of the minuetI don't wanna die!Ghostly voices, dark duetI don't wanna die!I don't wanna die! From Letras Mania