The graveyard sits by the Prescott mill.
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Where my old man lost his arm,
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And for that I was ready to kill.
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But he just looked tired,
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And said: "Don't bury me near that place."
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When he finally died
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I was in the desert war.
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But no one makes a funeral wait,
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So they dressed him up in his wedding clothes,
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And buried him by the mill,
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In the place he said he'd never stay.
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All you gotta do, is look around.
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You can change the darkness
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Into somethin' proud.
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But up in the graveyard,
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Some things never change.
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Came back stateside,
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Tried to set things right.
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Drove out to the graveyard,
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Underneath a half-moon sky.
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With a pick and a shovel
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I started turning over stones.
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Just past midnight
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I got cornered by some lights.
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Two sirens howlin',
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Patrol cars coming down from both sides.
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The sheriff put on the handcuffs.
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Said: "A night in jail will cool your head."
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All you gotta do, is look around.
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You can change the darkness
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Into somethin' proud.
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But up in the graveyard,
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Some things never change.
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Now he still lies 'neath the mill fire smoke.
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A good man to his well-made bed,
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Another ten, just ready to go.
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But the ground there don't rest easy,
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'Cause he won't let it rest that way.
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You can bury deep, but you won't forget.
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A heart will never leave you alone,
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Even if you want to be left,
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Up in the graveyard
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Where some things never change.
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All you gotta do, is look around.
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You can change the darkness
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Into somethin' proud.
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But up in the graveyard,
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Some things never change.
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Some things never change. X3
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Up in the Graveyard
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The Walkabouts |