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Do you hear that sound beneath the rustling autumn leaves? |
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You can't hear the words, but you know just what they mean |
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Gotta tap your toes against the ground so all the bones can hear the sound |
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To let them know below that you believe |
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When you hear those spirits calling |
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There ain't no use to fight |
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We'll trade faces with the shadows |
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And change voices with the night |
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Do you feel that glow behind the rotting willow tree? |
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Something in there knows much more than you can see |
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Says there's a task ahead of you, so don the mask and down the brew |
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And peer into the sphere of history |
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When you hear those spirits calling |
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There ain't no use to fight |
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We'll trade faces with the shadows |
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And change voices with the night |
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Icklemuck puddlewuck, ting ling zsu |
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Chulatat psilophat, mug wump chu |
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Icklemuck puddlewuck, ting ling zsu |
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Chulatat psilophat, mug wump chu |
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Icklemuck puddlewuck, ting ling zsu |
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Chulatat psilophat, mug wump chu |
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Icklemuck puddlewuck, ting ling zsu |
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Chulatat psilophat, mug wump chu |
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When the church bell sounds and the sky drips down |
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Ain't nothing is a sin |
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So we'll taste the ground while we dance around |
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Underneath each other's skin |
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When the raven calls your name |
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And the barn owl starts her flight |
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We'll trade faces with our shadows |
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And change voices with the night |
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When you hear those spirits calling |
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There ain't no wrong or right |
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We'll trade faces with the shadows |
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And change voices with the night |
