every once in a while there is a shooting star
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people say they're good luck, but even if they are
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there's not a star in motion that could help me now
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I'm in serious trouble, and I don't know how
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a pack of deadly creatures followed me back here
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I am desperately hiding as they're drawing near
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I wish I knew what to do or where I lost my way
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so I'm carefully thinking back to yesterday
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I was just a normal chap
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but I shoulda bought a map
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I shoulda
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shoulda woulda coulda woulda
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shoulda woulda coulda woulda
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I got lost and I wound up on a dirt road
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I saw signs, and in retrospect they did bode
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bad things, but I shrugged and I still drove
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through to a town where my bad luck overflowed
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everybody in town was nowhere to be seen
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so I parked near a house that was marked thirteen
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I went up to the door, but there was no one there
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and when I turned around, my car was gone, I swear
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so I ran to a pay phone but there was no tone
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I had an eerie feeling in my very bones
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and soon it started to rain, and there was no way out
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I couldn't hold my frustration, and began to shout
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maybe this was a bad idea
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oh no
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maybe this was a bad idea
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oh no
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I was stuck in the rain and I was mad as hell
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so I began to run, but then I slipped and fell
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I tumbled down a hill into a cemetery
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I shouldn't have to tell you it was freakin' scary
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I tried to stand back up, but something held me down
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a dead, rotting arm was reaching from the ground
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I was utterly helpless till I saw the Sword
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I quickly sliced my captor yelling "PRAISE THE LORD!!"
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then I saw the living dead
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it was then I shoulda fled
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I shoulda
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shoulda woulda coulda woulda
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shoulda woulda coulda woulda
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but I stood like a pillar in a hallway
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I knew I'd be slaying demons that day
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I stared at the rotting heaps of pure decay
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and I charged with the force of a gamma ray
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it happened in slow motion, I began the fight
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some sort of power kept me going through the night
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with that mysterious Sword beheading beasts and ghouls
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just me versus them, without any rules
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but many more kept rising up from shallow graves
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I did my best to fight them, but they came in waves
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and soon it was too much, just demon after demon
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so I ran as quickly as I could, screamin'
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maybe this was a bad idea
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oh no
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maybe this was a bad idea
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oh no
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this was a bad idea
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so here I am, hiding from Fate
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I can't win, it's just too late
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but something must be done
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yes sirree, this war must be won
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I know this, I won't die hiding
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I know this, I must keep fighting
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I don't know who the winner's gonna be
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but there's just one way to see
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it's time to kick some zombie ass, lah lah lah lah lah lah
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it's time to kick some zombie ass, lah lah lah lah lah lah
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Bad Idea
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| Lemon Demon |
