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Well, I'm feelin' strange |
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In this town |
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Well, I feel deranged |
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As I look around |
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Above and below |
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I hear these sounds |
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With nowhere to go |
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I hit the ground |
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There's a strange feelin' in the air |
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Oppressive minds sit and stare |
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There's a strange feelin' in the air |
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Pointed fingers must beware |
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Tattoos and chains |
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Aren't welcome here |
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They tell me to pray |
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Or I'll go to hell |
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So rattle them bones |
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And cook up that spell |
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Turned into ghost |
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What's that smell? |
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There's a strange feelin' in the air |
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Stealin' minds without a care |
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There's a strange feelin' in the air |
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Telling me I must be scared |
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There's a strange feelin' in the air |
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Whispered lies and knocked wood, glass |
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There's a strange feelin' in the air |
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Pointed fingers must beware |
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Look at my face |
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It's blood and tears |
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A shameless disgrace |
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For your eyes to fear |
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Forget my name |
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I'm a-leavin' here |
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I'll be to blame |
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If I go nowhere |
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There's a strange feelin' in the air |
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Oppressive minds sit and stare |
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There's a strange feelin' in the air |
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Pointed fingers must beware |
