The Thriller Is Gone
I wished it could have lasted a bit more
Before you existed the stage door
I know what they said about you
But i still wanted a come back fresh and new
You had a way of making us feel good
Without sensuality, yet you would
Take us to the moon
Yes, you went to soon
I wonder even now how many times
You slipped to the edge of that darkness to find
A little rest from the pain that was unspeakable
While you made us cry at your unbelievable
Genius in rhythm and rhyme
Someone said it was time
For the last curtain call
So you went where we all
Must go. May you dance and sing
Before the King of Kings
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