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Haunted House
Treetop Flyers
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The night turned black and the air turned cold
I could feel it in my breath and down my bones
The roads looked like cars were extinct
And the only meat her were the hookers on the beat
But as I wandered through this urban graveyard
I was kickin' up leaves like a frustrated schoolboy
But I never noticed that house upon that hill, before
Under the lamplight so tall
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The gate for the garden, it was missin'
They must not think must for security
But mind you by the size of those brambles
Intruders that probably come, probably scramble
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But I find a rusty old pair of shears
They must have been a bastard in their day
So I cut and cut and cut, so it was the door I could see
And not these dead flowers now lookin' at me
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The telephone box that let out a lonely need cry
I picked it up and said hello
But at the other end of the line, a voice I had never heard so low
Warned me that it was haunted and that I should go
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Enter now if you must
This house is haunted with the verglas dust
The myth of number eight is written here in stone
Enter in a group or alone
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The night turned black and the air turned cold
I could feel it in my breath and down my bones
The dust was bitten once again
And this is where the story ends
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