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There is a hill at the bottom of the valley
Where all the poor souls go when they die...
And if you listen real close, you can hear 'em like a ghost
Sayin' "you're never gonna make it out alive"

There is a town at the bottom of that hill
They got a secret that they keep like a slave
They got a black magic preacher, 
And you'd do well to let 'em teach ya
You'll be headin' up that hill to your grave
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