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