| Walkin' through this boneyard town
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| Which way’s up and which way’s down
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| Murderous
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| Clouds hang over us
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| All alone
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| No one, no
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| I’ll take life
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| Learn to love
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| Waiting for instructions shown
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| Which way’s high and which way’s low
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| Information gone before
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| Inside out and back to thought
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| I’d love to find
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| A hell of this time
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| On your lips a word
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| Calling me to wake me up
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| Ooh
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| Ah
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| And I’m wakin' up
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| Yes I’m wakin' up
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| Walkin' through this boneyard town
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| Which way’s up and which way’s down
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| Walked where no one’s walked before
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| As the bird flew through the hole
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| Underground he found a song
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| Admiral of Upside Down
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| Admiral of Upside Down
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| Ah
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| Take note of the sound
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| Take note of the sound
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| Deserve-side down
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| With his hand in the low
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| And spry when it round
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| And the stale-side up |