| This dreary forest glooming over my head
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| I can hear them creep through the bushes and the trees
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| All around me dark and deep
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| That wretched pain stabbing at me from within
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| Oh it’s just an old familiar friend come to see me once again
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| And now it’s just you and me and there’s no one else around
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| Time to get to business
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| Put that hammer down
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| I’ve come this far and I sure ain’t gonna stop
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| For that West Virginia
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| Chocolate Drop
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| Somewhere atop that mountain lies a demon put to rest
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| And around him lie the pages of the book
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| Of his own poor lonesome death
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| And the memories that haunt me of that battle that we won
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| They rise and fall and sink and swell as sure as the pointed sun
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| And I’ll never let my guard down for I know they’ll come again
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| And I’ll never let them mess me, no
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| Gonna fight hard as I can
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| I’ve come this far and I sure ain’t gonna stop
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| For that West Virginia
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| Chocolate Drop
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| Lord take me back to that water
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| And I’ll let everything go
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| Lord guide me down from that mountain
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| Oh, I’m coming down slow
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| And now it’s just you and me and there’s no one else around
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| Time to get to business
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| Put that hammer down
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| I’ve come this far and I sure ain’t gonna stop
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| For that West Virginia
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| Chocolate Drop
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| Chocolate Drop!
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| Chocolate Drop! |