| Now Harley Warren was a hell of a guy
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| But there’s a look in his eye
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| He dragged me out to the swamp at night
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| He wouldn’t tell me why
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| He’s got a book, I got the lanterns
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| Portable telephone
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| We found a slab in the burial grounds
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| And we lifted it off and he set down the stairs in the gloom
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| «I'm all alone in a city of bone,»
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| Harley Warren intoned from the end of the phone
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| He saw a thing that he would not tell
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| And then he pleaded that I beat it home
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| I couldn’t say how long I was there
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| Calling down for Warren, stupefied
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| But there is one thing I’ll never forget:
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| The gelatinous voice that replied, that replied—
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| «You fool, Warren is dead!
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| «You fool, Warren is dead!
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| «You fool, Warren is dead!
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| «You fool!»
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| Give me a sign
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| That you’re still on the line
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| I can’t leave you behind
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| Is there something malign?
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| I got chills on my spine
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| Am I losing my mind tonight?
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| Give me a sign
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| That you’re still on the line
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| I can’t leave you behind
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| Is there something malign?
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| I got chills on my spine
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| Am I losing my mind tonight?
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| Give me a sign
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| That you’re still on the line
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| I can’t leave you behind
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| Is there something malign?
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| I got chills on my spine
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| Am I losing my mind tonight?
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| Dead! |
| Dead! |
| Dead!
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| Give me a sign
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| That you’re still on the line
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| I can’t leave you behind
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| Is there something malign?
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| I got chills on my spine
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| Am I losing my mind tonight?
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| Dead! |
| Dead! |
| Dead!
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| Give me a sign
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| That you’re still on the line
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| I can’t leave you behind
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| Is there something malign?
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| I got chills on my spine
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| Am I losing my mind tonight?
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| Dead! |
| Dead! |
| Dead!
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| You fool, Warren is dead!
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| Dead! |
| Dead! |
| Dead!
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| You fool, Warren is dead!
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| Dead! |
| Dead! |
| Dead!
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| You fool, Warren is dead! |