Tanglewood Drive

He might've been a soldier
 From World War II
 Murdered his wife
 At the age of twenty two
 Now she walks through the fields
 Like the Elephant Man
 Never aging fast
 Like a game of Kick-the-Can
 She's the White Lady
 Of Tanglewood Drive
 
 She's a fright, baby
 Better run for your life
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 See her glaring
 In the misty air
 Dragging a sack
 With the worms in her hair
 Call out her name
 From your rusted heap
 It's sets off the curse
 You'll be lying six feet deep
 She's the White lady
 Of Tanglewood Drive
 She's a fright, baby
 Better run for your life
 
 Is that a wedding dress?
 Or a funeral shroud?
 A bloody kiss
 Or a tinge of doubt
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 We all go alone
 Into the big black sleep
 If you need a companion
 She's all you need
 Remember her name
 And say it once or twice
 The third time will curse you
 As you fall through the ice
 She's the White Lady
 Of Tanglewood Drive
 She's a fright, baby
 Better run for your life
 
 She's the White Lady
 Of Tanglewood Drive
 
 In the night, baby
 Better run for your life