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Hey I know where we can go. |
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Where? Lets go to |
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Fonz Pond. |
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What? No way dude you know how many kids died there? |
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No way! I should've known you guys would be a bunch of baby pussies about it. |
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Fuck that aint afraid. |
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You don't even know where its at. |
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Yes I do. |
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Then where is it then? |
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Off lickety trail theres a pond where many a children died, |
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Its a place to run to and disappear a place where some folks hide. |
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But they will tell you about the rumors that swell around this lake, |
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Some say there's something in the water them deaths are no mistake. |
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The fog that rides along the top has been said to carry voices, |
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Those of the dead who took the dare and jumped in they made bad choices, |
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SOme have seen and others heard that they seen along the bottom, |
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Are all the bodies of the girls and boys preserved and remaining half-rotten. |
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The water's fit with murky mud,the weeds are red like splattered blood. |
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In this pond a spirit cries,snakes and bugs replace his eyes. |
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Some don't believe and dared to swim,something under will pull you in. |
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Hidden deep in the wild brush,if you know where it is then hush. |
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We almost there, |
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Don't throw me in the water,at |
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Fonz Pond. |
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Don't throw me in the water,at |
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Fonz Pond. |
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Off likety trail theres a pond where many a children perished,the water is black even in the sunlight deep and dark nightmarish. |
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Some believe the bodies surface and bask underneath the moon, |
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Others say they seen a headless boy stumbling round the lagoon. |
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The loons scream all night long,sounds malotic sings you a song.missing children swampy depths,mysteries are secrets kept. |
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Staring owls snakes and frogs, |
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Leeches living off hollow logs. |
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Somethings watching from the water,it took them missing sons and daughters. |
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Its over there. |
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Don't throw me in the water,at |
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Fonz Pond. |
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Don't throw me in the water,at |
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Fonz Pond. |
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Fight for air, |
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Something strong is pulling me under pulling me under. |
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Fight for air,something strong is pulling me down. |
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Fight for air,something strong is pulling me under pulling me under. |
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Fight for air,something strong is pulling me down. |
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Only terrifying horror tales emulate from this one place, |
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Several children young boys and girls disappear here without a trace. |
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What you believe and what you don't is entirely up to you, |
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But if you go up there and swim alone ou'll know exactly whats true. |
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Somethings dragging through the mud,mesquitos attrackted to the blood. |
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They say the dark depths have no bottom, |
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Some never came back up and got 'em. |
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Crazy kids come party here, |
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It swallows more souls every year. |
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The jump right in and disappear,best to stay away from up there at |
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Fonz Pond. |
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There it is. |
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Don't throw me in the water,at |
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Fonz Pond. |
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Don't throw me in the water,at |
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Fonz Pond. |
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Fight for air,something strong is pulling me under pulling me under. |
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Fight for air,something strong is pulling me down. |
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Fight for air, |
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Something strong is pulling me under pulling me under. |
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Fight for air,something strong is pulling me down. |
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Don't throw me in the water,at |
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Fonz Pond. |
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Don't throw me in the water,at |
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Fonz Pond. |
