under the arc of a weather stain boards
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ancient goblins, and warlords
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come out of the ground, not making a sound
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the smell of death is all around
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and the night when the cold wind blows
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no one cares, nobody knows
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i don't want to be buried in a pet sematary
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i don't want to live my life again
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i don't want to be buried in a pet sematary
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i don't want to live my life again
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follow victor to the sacred place
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this ain't a dream, i can't escape
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molars and fangs, the clicking of bones
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spirits moaning among the tombstones
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and the night, when the moon is bright
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someone cries, something ain't right
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the moon is full, the air is still
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all of a sudden i feel a chill
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victor is grinning, flesh rotting away
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skeletons dance, i curse this day
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and the night when the wolves cry out
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listen close and you can hear me shout
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i don't want to be buried in a pet sematary
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i don't want to live my life again
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i don't want to be buried in a pet sematary
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i don't want to live my life again, oh no, oh no
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i don't want to live my life again, oh no, oh oh
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i don't want to live my life again, oh no no no
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i don't want to live my life again, oh oh
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Pet Sematary
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The Huntingtons |