| Get me up from this terrible place
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| Because it’s dangerous down here
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| There are splinters and splinters
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| Flying like arrows around
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| I turn around to see one huge black tongue
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| That means to lick my very being
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| And the sun is about to set
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| On the head of my shadow
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| So get me the hell out of here
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| So get me the hell out of here
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| So get me the hell out of here
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| I’m tired and dizzy
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| Weak and spent
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| I cannot tell which way is up
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| And the faster I try to move
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| The quicker I get stuck
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| The quicker I get stuck
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| Stuck underneath a heavy piece of…
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| So get me the hell out of here
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| So get me the hell out of here
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| So get me the hell out of here
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| A million shrieking wolfhounds
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| Are screaming in a straight line
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| Aimed and focused on my neck
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| All two million
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| Of their piss-yellow eyes
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| Are racing speedy as scalpels
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| So get me the hell out of here
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| So get me the hell out of here
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| So get me the hell out of here |