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The final melody, sung from a tombstone thing.
The seventh melody is heard, but at a terrible, terrible price.
A long and tiring battle ends with a song.
It just goes to show, good singing can come from anywhere.
Play us a song, you're the piano, man.
Play us a song today.
'Cause we want to know part of that melody,
And you'll have us feeling okay.
...except for the fact that you're haunted.