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Praga Night Club
Daniel Garro




Like a bat out of hell

I’ll be gone when the morning comes,
When the night is over

Like a bat out of hell I’ll be gone gone gone,
Like a bat out of hell

I’ll be gone when the morning comes,

But when the day is done
And the sun goes down

And the moonlight’s shining through,
Then like a sinner before the Gates of Heaven,

I’ll come crawling on back to you.


Bat out of hell, Jim Steinman
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