Wizards Walk By Songtext

Took a detour from the crowded streets where they would never spot me
I was running from the mob
Of angry men with pitch forks raised
It was safe to say that if they found me I would surely hang that night
Cold air numbed my face as I continued running through the city
Faster through the cornfield to a barn up on the haunted hill
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Wondering how I ever made it out
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