All dressed up for the day of the dead
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I have been waiting
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It's coming soon enough
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The doors are open and the prowlers have all fled
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So tired of waiting
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So tired of hanging tough
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Stir the ashes round
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Underneath my shoes
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Just stir the ashes round
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Make 'em dizzy, in the mud
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Make 'em dizzy
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Round and round and round
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Come and sit by the lonesome potter's grave
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Come and pull the weeds
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Come and write your name
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Sitting here the sirens seem so far away
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They're back in timber town
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Three cheers for timber town
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Stir the ashes round
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Underneath my shoes
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Just stir the ashes round
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Make 'em dizzy, in the mud
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Make 'em dizzy
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Round and round and round
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Pull me right out of the dark
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My vision's never been this true
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The spoils have been crudely cut
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The balance has been lost for good
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Stir the ashes round
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Stir the Ashes
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| The Walkabouts |
