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Who is it? Who goes there?
They start to march
They're coming
Look at them jumping!
They might be relatives of Satan!
They're here
They go around the bed
Backwards
As acrobats
They scare me
They're trying to get me crazy
What'll I do? I don't know!
Never gonna get drunk again!
To he who abuses liquor, visions of
Colored elephants appear
That scare and frighten him!
(evil laughter)
I would challenge the Devil
And then rip off his tail,
But the tricolor pachyderms
Make me lose all my courage
What horror!
Leave me alone! I can't take any more!
They're going, they're going,
The souls of the terror!
The souls... The souls... The souls....

— Pink Elephants on Parade, Spanish translation of the lyrics

Dumbledores Army And The Year Of Darkness

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