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Get me up from this terrible place |
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Because it's dangerous down here |
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There are splinters and splinters |
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Flying like arrows around |
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I turn around to see one huge black tongue |
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That means to lick my very being |
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And the sun is about to set |
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On the head of my shadow |
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So get me the hell out of here |
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So get me the hell out of here |
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So get me the hell out of here |
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I'm tired and dizzy |
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Weak and spent |
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I cannot tell which way is up |
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And the faster |
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I try to move |
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The quicker |
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I get stuck |
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The quicker |
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I get stuck |
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Stuck underneath a heavy piece of... |
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So get me the hell out of here |
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So get me the hell out of here |
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So get me the hell out of here |
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A million shrieking wolfhounds |
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Are screaming in a straight line |
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Aimed and focused on my neck |
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All two million |
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Of their piss-yellow eyes |
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Are racing speedy as scalpels |
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So get me the hell out of here |
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So get me the hell out of here |
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So get me the hell out of here |