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One, two, three, four |
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Under the arc of a weather stain boards |
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Ancient goblins, and warlords |
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Come out of the ground, not making a sound |
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The smell of death is all around |
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And the night when the moon is above |
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In my grass pickin' up rats |
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I don't want to be buried in a pet sematary |
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I don't want to live my life again |
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I don't want to be buried in a pet sematary |
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I don't want to live my life again |
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I follow Victor to the sacred place |
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This ain't a dream, |
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I can't escape |
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Molars and fangs, the clicking of bones |
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Spirits moaning among the tombstones |
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And the night, when the moon is bright |
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Someone cries, something ain't right |
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I don't want to be buried in a pet sematary |
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I don't want to live my life again |
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I don't want to be buried in a pet sematary |
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I don't want to live my life again, oh |
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The moon is full, the air is still |
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All of a sudden |
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I feel a chill |
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Victor is grinning, flesh rotting away |
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Skeletons dance, |
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I curse this day |
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And the night when the wolves cry out |
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Listen close and you can hear me shout |
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I don't want to be buried in a pet sematary |
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I don't want to live my life again |
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I don't want to be buried in a pet sematary |
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I don't want to live my life again |
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I don't want to live my life not again |
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I don't want to live my life not again |
