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After Midnight

Eerie sounds all around deep in the heart of the graveyard AFTER MIDNIGHT, shadows appear and seem to move, heartbeat like thunder in a state of fright, they’re coming from all around, I try to scream but can't make a sound wickedness and evil gnawing away every bit of life well don't you know the graveyard is no place to be AFTER MIDNIGHT... The dead are known to come back to life, AFTER MIDNIGHT you better stay inside and keep your doors and windows locked up real tight, AFTER MIDNIGHT you better pray to GOD for the love of your life, AFTER MIDNIGHT the bewitching hour begins... AFTER MIDNIGHT and the nightmare begins again... AFTER MIDNIGHT!

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Date: 12/9/2016 11:15:00 PM
Righteous, Bo! In the heart of the graveyard and in the heart of the night. Like the immortal (though sadly deceased) J.J. Cale wrote, and Eric Clapton notably sang, "After midnight, we're gonna let it all hang out."
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