Freddy is lost
Freddy got left in Mexico after Day of the Dead
A celebration that kept the streets wild and red
The music was the best ever the critics said
But here is Freddy, looking for his grave bed
How did you get here? A trucker asked Freddy
I am not sure, he said, but I thought I was ready
Do you have any idea where you are buried my friend?
I think somewhere in Ohio, maybe Turn around bend
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