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There Are Such Things
02:21
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Buddy Found His Glasses
01:15
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I remember how I cried, on the day the music died. Went downstairs then I got numb, when I heard his guitar strum. *Buddy Holly's ghost is in the basement playin' all his hits that will never make it*. It gets closer everyday, Buddy will not fade away. He sure is the nicest guy, but now he doesn't like to fly. *chorus* Where's J.I. and little Joe? Back in Texas? I don't know. Now he lets me play along, so we'll just keep on raving on *chorus*
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Cemetery Man
02:28
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Getting high on an old country road, the moon is bright and I'm one with the night, had to ditch a cop now I'm totally lost. Never thought I could get too stoned, but somehow I left my phone at home. Just ran out of gas and I'm totally lost. I've been walking for at least 7 miles, not a car in sight, not a house around but I can see a glowing light just up ahead.
As I get closer I can see it's an old man with a lantern standing in a graveyard, he looked at me and these are the words that he said..Beware..This cemetery is haunted....The ground that you walk on belongs to the dead...Beware...This cemetery is haunted...You can only see me because you are dead...you're dead.
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The Warning
00:48
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Don't go into the woods alone, please listen to me.
I tried telling the others, now they all are missing. Something weird is going on, I don't know what else to say. But if you want to stay alive just go away.
..just go away.
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Children at Play
03:17
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The sky was baby blue, it covered the whole town.
A cloud would pass by, it didn't wanna hang around. A premonition of what's to come. Out on the playground the kids are having fun, some kids like to scream, some kids like to run. Run away child, far far from here. There's a man who woke up this morning, his brain is baking in the sun. He is on his way to the schoolyard, and he's brought a loaded gun.
Oh mama I don't want to go to school today, I don't want to die. Oh mama I don't want to go to school today, I don't want to die. Oh mama don't let me go to school today, I don't want to die. Oh mama don't make me go to school today, I don't want to die.
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The Wrong Way
00:41
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This is the wrong way. This is the wrong direction. This isn't right at all. I can't find a correction. I just want this to be over.
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scene 1 : Party at Enrico's..scene 2 : let's watch a
nuclear test!...scene 3: Something went wrong!...
scene 4: The whole world is devastated with nuclear bombs....scene 5: (final scene) somehow the
drummer is the only survivor on planet earth.
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Foot in Mouth Disease
01:12
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Who cares? You caught me in a lie. So what? You caught me in a lie. Right now I wanna tell you how I really feel. Right now I wanna tell you what is on my mind but that'd be a waste of time. Who cares?
I hung you out to dry. So what? I hung you out to dry.
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What a Drag
01:47
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What a drag, I know I'm going to fail you, all my life I've always been a let down, how'd I get in this situation? Now I can't pick my body off the floor. I can hear sirens in the background, I can taste garbage in the air, my body's numb, zero circulation, I can see spirits by the door, how'd I get in this situation? Why am I here on the floor?
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Whiskey Man
03:02
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