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Under the arc of a weather stain boards
Ancient goblins, and warlords,
Come out 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 dont wanna be buried in a Pet Sematary,
I dont wanna live my life again.
I dont wanna be buried in a Pet Sematary,
I dont wanna 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 dont wanna be buried in a Pet Sematary,
I dont wanna live my life again.
I dont wanna be buried in a Pet Sematary,
I dont wanna live my life again.
The moon is full, the air is still,
All of the sudden I feel a chain.
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 dont wanna be buried in a Pet Sematary,
I dont wanna live my life again.
I dont wanna be buried in a Pet Sematary,
I dont wanna live my life again.

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