The frost is on the pumpkin
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The wind it burns your skin
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Go to your grandmother
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She knows the shape you're in
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Trains that run past midnight
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They snake all through our town
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Try to run to see one
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They'll always run you down
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Sing a song about the river
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Sing another song
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You lay awake for hours
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And the daylight hunts you down
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Hide behind the window
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The night will come around
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You get a little older
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And crave the sun again
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The Midnight Special sounding low
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Sounding low
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Is coming round the bend
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Sing a song about the river
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Sing another song
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The frost is on the pumpkin
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The wind it burns your skin
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Go to your grandmother
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She knows the shape you're in
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Trains that run past midnight
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They snake all through our town
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Try to run to see one
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They'll always run you down
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Troy
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| Robin Holcomb |
