| I raise hell
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| Every night with all my friends from town
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| I drive in
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| To their house, we put on our volley gowns
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| And I raise hell
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| Every day
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| Way out here all alone
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| No one knows those things I do
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| Dancing on all of those
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| Bones
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| Sheep have all gone from the meadow
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| The sheep have all gone from the forest
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| Wasps are gone from the wallow
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| Theres nothing left but the cold
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| And I raise hell
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| Every day
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| Way out here all alone
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| No one knows those things I do
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| Dancing on all of those
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| Bones
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| I raise hell
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| Every day
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| Way out here all alone
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| No one knows those things I do
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| Dancing on all of those
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| Bones |