| Pack me a trunk, book me a bunk
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| I’m going on the trip of a lifetime
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| Into the bowels of the earth, dear
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| Since you left me I’m in hell
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| Digging a band, dig in the sand
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| Right to the core of the earth, dear
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| Since you left me I’m in hell
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| Wishing that you were here
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| You met some prick, fell in love quick
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| And in the blink of an eye
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| Vows they were vowed and knots they were tied
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| I felt so sick that I died, dear
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| So pack me a trunk, book me a bunk
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| I’m bound where the weather is balmy
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| Into the bowels of the earth, dear
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| Since you left me I’m in hell
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| Tears falling from the poet’s eyes
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| Into the freezing snow
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| The flowing tears will run all the way back
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| Into his beloved’s house
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| The source of all his misery
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| With you on my brain, on the ghost train
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| Dancing a waltz with the corpses
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| Everything’s horrid in hell, dear
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| Wishing to hell, wishing to hell, wishing to hell you were here
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| With you on my brain, on the ghost train
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| Everything’s talcum and sulphur
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| Satan and I and the corpses
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| Sincerely we wish you were here |