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Chapter one I strode intent into a setting sun |
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Down to the gala where they follow floating |
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Friends to the fun |
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I saw her standing on the landing |
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Lithely lighting a smoke |
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She wore a red dress |
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She wore a red dress |
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Her loosened lace it cast an equal spell |
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Of red on my face |
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So recent and indecent infidelity and disgrace |
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Like a bull with a pool of swords stuck in the back |
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I'll take her down there, I'll take her down to |
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The casque of amontillado |
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Chapter two a feigned a smile and purred a 'how do you do'? |
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Her sottish eyes held surprise |
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My wolves were low on the move |
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So sorry baby for the wasted way you hold yourself |
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Lets put it past us. let me offer |
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The casque of amontillado |
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Three... she stumbled and she mumbled |
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Humbled by the drink in her shell |
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I led her lagging, dragging legs into a fresh mortar cell |
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She took a sip and then a trip and then extended a hand |
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I sealed her in there |
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I sealed her in there |
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In conclusion, no illusion were the walls to her grave |
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Inside this cave she'll lay and crave |
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And realize now she's a slave |
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To all the silence and her screaming |
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And the rats, and the dew |
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Here's to you babe! here's to you and the casque of amontillado! |
