| In these halls where shadows roam
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| The darkness is where they live
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| Hanging suicide, in room 502
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| Eternal shame, Hillenburg lost
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| Opening the doors in the year 1910
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| Sadistic wave of experimental hate
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| Tuberculosis, filth and disease
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| Severe mistrust for desperate life
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| Sixty Three Thousand died
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| In the halls of Waverly
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| Restless souls never to leave
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| These are they who linger
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| Transport the dead, as quietly as they could
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| No witnesses, The death tunnel ride
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| Removed from the hill, bodies pile high
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| The haunt is here, souls swim the air
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| Screams echo in abandoned halls
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| Apparitions showing us their pain
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| Voices cry out for anyone to hear
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| Trapped for eternity in sanatorium haunt
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| Sixty Three Thousand died
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| In the halls of Waverly
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| Restless souls never to leave
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| These are they who linger |