I raise hell Every night with all my friends from town I drive in To their house, we put on our volley gowns And I raise hell Every day Way out here all alone No one knows those things I do Dancing on all of those Bones Sheep have all gone from the meadow The sheep have all gone from the forest Wasps are gone from the wallow Theres nothing left but the cold And I raise hell Every day Way out here all alone No one knows those things I do Dancing on all of those Bones I raise hell Every day Way out here all alone No one knows those things I do Dancing on all of those Bones
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