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Under the arc of a weather stain boards, Ancient goblins and warlords, Come out of the ground not making a sound, The smell of death is all around. And the night when the cold wind blows, No one cares nobody knows.
I don't want to be buried in a Pet Cemetary, I don't want to live my life again. I don't want to be buried in a Pet Cemetary, I don't want to live my life again.
Follow Victor to the sacred place, This ain't a dream, I can't escape, Molars and fangs, the clicking of bones, Spirits moaning among the tombstones, And the night, when the moon is bright, Someone cries, something ain't right. I don't want to be buried in a Pet Cemetary, I don't want to live my life again.
I don't want to be buried in a Pet Cemetary, I don't want to live my life again. The moon is full, the air is still, All of a sudden I feel a chill, Victor is grinning, flesh rotting away, Skeletons dance, I curse this day, And the night when the wolves cry out, Listen close and you can hear me shout.
I don't want to be buried in a Pet Cemetary, I don't want to live my life again. I don't want to be buried in a Pet Cemetary, I don't want to live my life again, oh no, oh no I don't want to live my life again, oh no, oh oh,
The Ramones- Pet Cemetary
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