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To hunt a witch, follow this plan |
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Cut a switch and dress the back of your hand |
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When your palms begin to itch |
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That's the scent that attracts a witch |
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She may come at you |
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You will never catch her |
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The pine-box rock |
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When it starts rockin' seal it with a coffin |
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Yeah the pine-box rock |
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Pine-box rock |
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To tempt your fate trace a spell bound |
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Track the coven to their hallowed ground |
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Draw blood from your fingertip |
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Mix it with the essence of the sacred witch |
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You may find your hunted |
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Brewing in a cauldron |
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The pine-box rock |
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When it starts rockin' seal it with a coffin |
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Yeah the pine-box rock |
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Pine-box rock |
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To catch a witch you must be bold |
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Stomach strong and attitude cold |
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Steel nerves that won't heed nature's call |
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Sharp witted and that's not all |
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Yeah |
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She may come at you |
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You will never catch her |
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The pine-box rock |
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When it starts rockin' seal it with a coffin |
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Yeah the pine-box rock |
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Take the dreaded trip |
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On a broomstick |
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Pine-box rock |
