| Yes, it’s the darlings of Lumberland
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| Their voices are the echoes' mausoleums turned to sand
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| Empty hollow sockets freeze the soldiers where they stand
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| The darlings of Lumberland
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| It’s getting difficult for a ghoul
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| Wax museum dreams are so foolish
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| No rehearsal, no finishing school
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| It’s getting difficult for a ghoul
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| Hold my cold dead hand for a bit
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| Just got my cast off, I’m gonna blast off
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| A little melody if time permits
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| Hold my cold dead hand for a bit
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| Yes, it’s the darlings of Lumberland
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| Pull you off the bank and by popular demand
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| Drag you by your mind, now you’re under their command
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| The darlings of Lumberland
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| Yes, it’s the darlings of Lumberland
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| Their voices are the echoes' mausoleums turn to sand
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| Empty hollow sockets freeze the soldiers where they stand
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| The darlings of Lumberland |