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Ash trees, gave the keys Yet none will set me free Woody nightshade, drooped her beads An' bade, come feed on these Look behind yourself, red eyed 'Gainst the wilder-mist, tell me what you find Ha-ah, ha-ah Ha-ah, ha-ah I ascend, three steps to hell The school bus heaves back up the hill The sloey spears on Witches Mead Cussed, cussed, come lean on these Look bеhind yourself, red eyеd 'Gainst the wilder-mist, tell me what you find Look behind yourself, red eyed 'Gainst the wilder-mist, tell me what you find Ha-ah, ha-ah Ha-ah, ha-ah Ha From Letras Mania