| Alligators snap at your ankles
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| And branches snap at your brain
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| If I ever get through this swamp alive
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| I’ll nevermore pray for rain
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| This must be the place, and still
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| Somehow it don’t seem right
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| That something in the moon
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| Could change these endless days
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| To lonely nights
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| I take a stroll down by the sea
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| And walk along the pier
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| Then I slip and hit my head
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| Now’s the time to fear
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| See the surface, see the rocks
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| See my past fly swiftly by
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| I feel the water in my lungs
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| And wake up screaming for my life
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| In my blue heaven
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| There’s a bottle of Pontchartrain
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| Chalmette by moonlight
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| To take away the pain
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| Card sharks and blue harps
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| And dolphins who can leap
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| In my Blue Heaven
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| Where I can laugh
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| And I can weep
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| Black shapes zip into corners
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| The big lads start to crawl
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| To holes of their own making
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| In the cracks within the wall
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| Snakes and rats and spiders
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| I know that they’re still there
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| I pray to God that I may sleep
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| Without a hope, without a care
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| In my blue heaven
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| There’s a bottle of Pontchartrain
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| Chalmette by moonlight
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| To take away the pain
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| Felines and sea lions
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| And rain on the beach
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| In my Blue Heaven
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| With angels who are out of reach
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| In my blue heaven
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| There’s a bottle of Pontchartrain
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| Chalmette by moonlight
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| To take away the pain
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| Nightingales sing
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| And the bells they will ring
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| In my Blue Heaven
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| The Bells of Hell
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| Go ding-a-ling-a-ling |