[Intro]
(And I've always been a sucker for mystery
And I've always been a sucker for mystery
And I've always been a sucker for mystery
And I've always been a sucker for mystery)
[Verse 1]
So, I turn to the left and I turn to the right
But none of the answers are in sight
(So, I made a mistake maybe once or twice
And I can't even get to paradise)
And a priest came up to me and touched my face
He said, "Terrible things happen round this place"
(Such terrible things happen round this place
Such terrible things happen round this place)
No demon, no man has got a clue
But surely, son, the end will turn out right for you
('Cause I've always been a sucker for mystery
And I've always been a sucker for mystery)
[Verse 2]
There's a little boy walking up the stairs
Through a dark hallway that leads nowhere
He comes to a door, but he's afraid to knock
And he bends down low and peers through the lock
And there's a tall man standing with a glistening knife
And he's stooping over something that has no life
So, with a stifled scream, he starts to turn away
But a strange little voice seems to whisper, "Stay"
He's always been a sucker for mystery
And he's always been...
(And I've always been a sucker for mystery
And I've always been a sucker for mystery
And I've always been a sucker for mystery
And I've always been a sucker for mystery)
[Verse 1]
So, I turn to the left and I turn to the right
But none of the answers are in sight
(So, I made a mistake maybe once or twice
And I can't even get to paradise)
And a priest came up to me and touched my face
He said, "Terrible things happen round this place"
(Such terrible things happen round this place
Such terrible things happen round this place)
No demon, no man has got a clue
But surely, son, the end will turn out right for you
('Cause I've always been a sucker for mystery
And I've always been a sucker for mystery)
[Verse 2]
There's a little boy walking up the stairs
Through a dark hallway that leads nowhere
He comes to a door, but he's afraid to knock
And he bends down low and peers through the lock
And there's a tall man standing with a glistening knife
And he's stooping over something that has no life
So, with a stifled scream, he starts to turn away
But a strange little voice seems to whisper, "Stay"
He's always been a sucker for mystery
And he's always been...
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