Folklore

 
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Never once believed believed in all the stories from the woods 
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All the witches and demons, house that lived on one foot 
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Well the sickness stretched it's hands out from under the treeline 
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Oh no fire spread through town, everyone's lost their mind 
 

 
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       Still I wonder when do we all go 
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How many bones can the earth hold 
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Is it our grave or is it our home 
 

 
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Preacher's hous casts a larger shadow than mine 
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His pockets ring just a littl bit louder than mine 
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  Oh he says we're all just waiting for the same ride 
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No first class, no coach, we all pay the same price 
 

 
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        Eb7         Ab 
Still I wonder when do we all go 
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  How many bones can the earth hold 
           Gb                 Bb 
Is it our grave or is it our home 
 

 
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  Lantern washed the night from underneath of the trees 
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I could hear the drums from Hell and all the dancing of the feet 
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What I saw there next made me reach for my knife 
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Made my eyes sink six feet through my skull, took the body from my life 
 

 
Bbm Bb Eb 
        Eb7         Ab 
Still I wonder when do we all go 
Db 
  How many bones can the earth hold 
           Gb                 Bb 
Is it our grave or is it our home