With my perceptions in a mix
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Down twenty miles through the sticks
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To the cloudy town of Hellview: Population 96
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Excessive vacancy, well maybe
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In the shadow of an eye
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All the strangers pass right through
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Where the rules just don't apply
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At the fork turn left a store
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But on the right stay free from sight
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'Cause 96 quite bitter beings
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Like to stack the bodies high
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The only way to ever leave is
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Overflooded by the storm
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And entanglement in Hellview
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Brings you fear in fifty forms
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They've deleted all the tourists
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At the bottom of the lake
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And not one supports the cause
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To leave the blood stay in the veins
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Here, three miles back is where we are
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All we ever wanted was an answer
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Civilized are close but way too far
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All we ever wanted was an answer
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Footprints giving clue to where we are
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All we ever wanted was an answer
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Civilized are close but way too far
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All we ever wanted...
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96 Quite Bitter Beings
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| CKY |
