| Go down, down beneath the waterfall
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| And look behind the second wall
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| And see if you can find it
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| By digging through the undergrowth
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| Until you find the secret door
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| The one that lets you in
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| Whistling bone, whistling bone
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| It’s gonna be the last piece left of you
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| Whistling bone, whistling bone
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| It’s gonna take look to try to find you
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| Slow down, we’ll keep you with the animals
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| And place your head upon the wall
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| And maybe you can look down
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| You’ll never see your body though
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| It’s buried out beneath the snow
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| Where no one ever goes
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| Whistling bone, whistling bone
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| It’s gonna be the last piece left of you
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| Whistling bone, whistling bone
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| It’s gonna take look to try to find you
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| They know you
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| They found you
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| They’ll take you
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| They’ll keep you
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| Secrets keep themselves
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| Until men crawl from their shells
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| And follow threads to caves
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| If you want to claim your prize
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| You’re gonna have to find it
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| By digging through the undergrowth
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| Until you find the secret door
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| The one that lets you in |