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We're like a secret society,Meeting at the midnight massNo rank or seniorityWill put me up ahead of your classLet me knowIf you feel like letting him go,Permit me to sayOr is it clear as snow?Well it's alright when you're out of sight,Knowing we're not reconvening,You're a mystery, who could fail to see?Your Christian name has hidden meaningLet me knowIf you feel like letting him goPermit me to sayOr is it clear as snow?Meeting at the midnight mass From Letras Mania