Every year a bunch of Goths (gaggle of Goths?) get together for something they call Bats Day. For ten years now, these people have been putting on dark clothing and heavy makeup for a day out at the amusement park. In August.
Someone take these dreams away
That point me to another day
A dual personality
A strange untrue reality
They keep calling me
They keep calling me
Keep on calling me
They keep calling me
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