| Hey, I know where we can go
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| Where?
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| Let’s go to Fonz Pond
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| What? |
| No way dude, you know how many kids died there? |
| No way!
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| I should’ve known you guys would be a bunch of baby pussies about it.
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| Fuck that, I ain’t afraid
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| You don’t even know where it’s at
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| Yes I do
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| Then where is it, then?
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| Off Lickity Trail, there’s a pond where many a children died
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| It’s a place to run to and disappear, a place where some folks hide
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| But they will tell you about the rumors that swim around this lake
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| Some say there’s something in the water and that’s not no mistake
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| The fog that rides along the top has been said to carry voices
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| Those of the dead who took the dare and jumped in, they made bad choices
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| Some have seen and others heard and they say along the bottom
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| Are all the bodies of the girls and boys preserved, remaining half-rotten
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| The water’s thick with murky mud, the weeds are red like splattered blood
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| In this pond a spirit cries, snakes and bugs replaced his eyes
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| Some don’t believe and dare to swim, something under will pull you in
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| Hidden deep in the wild brush, if you know where it is then hush
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| We almost there
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| Don’t go near the water!
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| At Fonz Pond
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| Don’t go near the water!
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| At Fonz Pond
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| Off Lickity Trail, there’s a pond where many a children perished
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| The water is black, even in the sunlight, deep and dark, nightmarish
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| Some believe the bodies surface and bask underneath the moon
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| Others say they seen a headless boy stumbling around the lagoon
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| The loons scream all night long, sounds melodic, sings you a song
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| Missing children, swampy deaths, mysteries are secrets kept
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| Staring out are snakes and frogs, leeches living off hollow logs
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| Something’s watching from the water, it took the missing sons and daughters
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| It’s over there!
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| Don’t go near the water!
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| At Fonz Pond
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| Don’t go near the water!
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| At Fonz Pond
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| Fight for air!
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| Something strong is pulling me under, pulling me under
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| Fight for air!
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| Something strong is pulling me down
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| Fight for air!
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| Something strong is pulling me under, pulling me under
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| Fight for air!
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| Something strong is pulling me down
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| Many terrifying horror tales emulate from this one place
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| Several children, young boys and girls disappeared here without a trace
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| What you believe and what you don’t is entirely up to you
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| But if you go up there and swim alone, you’ll know exactly what’s true
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| Something’s dragging through the mud, mosquitoes attracted to the blood
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| They say the dark depths have no bottom, some never came back up and got 'em
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| Crazy kids come party here, it swallows more souls every year
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| They jump right in and disappear, best to stay away from up there at Fonz Pond
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| There it is
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| Don’t go near the water!
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| At Fonz Pond
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| Don’t go near the water!
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| At Fonz Pond
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| Fight for air!
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| Something strong is pulling me under, pulling me under
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| Fight for air!
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| Something strong is pulling me down
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| Fight for air!
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| Something strong is pulling me under, pulling me under
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| Fight for air!
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| Something strong is pulling me down
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| (There it is)
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| Don’t go near the water!
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| At Fonz Pond
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| Don’t go near the water!
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| At Fonz Pond |