| And obending such a willow tree
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| Sweet pink twilight, thunder leaves
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| We all look sad as the sun goes down
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| The forest whips a deathly howl
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| Something’s sturring deep inside
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| The trees stand deadly still tonight
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| The sun on river stops its flow
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| The ravens gather in the creepy cold
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| Slowly coming, slowly gathering
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| If you go down to the woods today looking for a big surprise
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| The orchestra is coming to play before your very eyes
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| And everything you’ve ever been is in the show tonight
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| Wrapped up in your very own symphony
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| Don’t go down to the woods today, you really have no choice
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| The orchestra demands your presence, strictly on your own
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| Stand to your potential is the death to your soul
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| I hope you’ve been good, boys and girls
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| The foam hands to the poet’s house
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| I ran cursed ash and sweetest lies
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| Everybody down at the bottom of the parlor
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| The hippies in aband on the camping sat
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| All the land and under sea, everybody’s playing hide and seek
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| Can’t top run your shadow today, orchestra’s very very hungry
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| Slowly coming, slowly gathering
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| If you go down to the woods today you’re in for a big surprise
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| The orchestra is coming to play before your very eyes
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| Strip the mellow from your coats and feed it to the night
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| Soaked in your very old symphony
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| Don’t go down to the woods today, you really have no choice
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| The orchestra is calling your name, strictly you alone
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| All the hugs, the terrible love, all you’ve ever been
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| Drowning in your very own symphony
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| And they’re looking for a groat, is it your lucky day
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| If you been a bad boy, then, Lord, you better pray
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| ‘cause either the devil will wish it on you
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| Endlessly playing humanity’s chew
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| But he’s keeping a scar from one out to ten
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| And some of you, buggers, go up to eleven
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| Stare to attention as they smog to the fire
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| Of the life that you lived in the comfort of all
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| Don’t go down to the woods tonight, don’t go down to the woods tonight
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| Don’t go down to the woods tonight, don’t go down to the woods tonight
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| Don’t go down to the woods tonight, don’t go down to the woods tonight
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| Don’t go down to the woods all alone |
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