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Walkin' through the tombstones |
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Go there everyday |
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Stood damn still, |
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I got a chill |
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Someone walked across my grave |
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Stroll across the killing fields |
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In the middle of the night |
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Walked across the fire |
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In the cold moonlight |
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Black cat crossed my pathway |
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Winks her juju eye |
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Cross myself and kiss this world goodbye |
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Nights alive with music |
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Puts me in a trance |
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Sneak up on the bonfire |
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Watch the zombies dance |
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My tongue is hot and burnin' |
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When I try to speak |
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Spirit is so willing |
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My flesh is gettin' weak |
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Yeah, it's gettin' weak |
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Now I ain't superstitious |
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Don't roll no juju bones |
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Someone calls in the middle of the night |
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And no one's on the phone |
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Black cat crossed my pathway |
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Winks her juju eye |
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I crossed myself and kiss this world goodbye |
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I ain't superstitious |
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Don't roll no voodoo bones |
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Someone calls in the middle of the night |
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No ones on the phone |
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Nights alive with music |
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Nights alive with music |
