| Around here we never change heart
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| And at night we do the skeleton dance
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| First we hurry to the graveyard
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| Where the bones will keep us al in a trance
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| A spider is spinning out of boredom
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| And the web it stretches all around town
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| You best be carefull not to tremble
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| Or you’ll end up living six feet underground
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| Get out of your town… Get out of your mind…
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| These streets hide all the memories you don’t want to find
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| Get out of your town… Get out of your mind…
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| When you keep putting jewels in the dirt they don’t shine
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| At the moment we have dark nights
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| And our dreams are made of stone and steel
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| From the pharmacy we get medicine
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| But this town is like a wound that won’t heal
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| On my prescription there is a crowbar
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| I’ll need a crowbar to open my heart
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| Some of us really need an alibi
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| Or an easy way of saying goodbye
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| Get out of your town… Get out of your mind…
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| These streets hide all the memories you don’t want to find
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| Get out of your town… Get out of your mind…
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| When you keep putting jewels in the dirt they don’t shine
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| It’s a fine place to pray for a miracle
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| When you know you are living in a moribund town
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| It’s a fine place to pray for a miracle
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| Just remember to gonna get out of it |