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HOUSE ON HAUNTED HILL |
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Two hundred years ago there lived a man well known |
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That man, he was firmly insane |
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He captured little kids and kept them in the binds |
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Those children died slowly in pain |
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At last they tracked him down and awful truth was found |
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To be buried alive was his doom |
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He spelled curse on the place that no-one can't efface |
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It'll last with the flowers on his tomb |
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So many years of decay, but the place is standing still |
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So many tears wailed away, in that house on haunted hill |
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Land has been cursed since the day he was buried alive |
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All there is dead except his grave, those flowers never die |
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Long time passed away, a young man bought the place |
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And moved in to make it his home |
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First morning he was dead, torso lied at his bed |
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His head was found top of the dome |
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There was blood everywhere, people started to scare |
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At last the old curse had come true |
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So if you pass the place and strange voice calls your name |
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Don't stop or next victim is you |
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So many years of decay, but the place is standing still |
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So many tears wailed away, in that house on haunted hill |
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Land has been cursed since the day he was buried alive |
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All there is dead expect his grave, those flowers never die |
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So many years of decay, but the place is standing still |
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So many tears wailed away, in that house on haunted hill |
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Land has been cursed since the day he was buried alive |
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All there is dead expect his grave, those flowers never die |
