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Graveyard Picnic

	作曲 : Goeke, Grant, Kitzis, Voltaire
	When I find the living a bore
	There's a place
	I goI answer the call, go over a wall
	Where the crosses are all in a row
	I mind the trees, get down on my knees
	There's a hole in the gate
	I look around, that
	I won't be found
	And sit down next to his grave
	If you squirm at the
	Conqueror
	WormThis is no place for thee
	Or if you fright at the mere site
	Of the corpse of my
	Annabel Lee
	If you fear there's something you hear
	A heart beating under the floor
	Still your heart, there's no need to start
	It's just me having tea with
	LenoreSit here on the ground
	Dead leaves in the trees all around you
	Come enter this land
	Take this book in your hand
	If you find the living a bore
	There's a place you can go
	Answer the call, go over the wall
	Where the crosses are all in a row
	Mind the trees, get down on your knees
	Sneak in just like the breeze
	Look around, though you won't be found
	It's just you,
	Edgar Allen and me

	zuò qǔ : Goeke, Grant, Kitzis, Voltaire
	When I find the living a bore
	There' s a place
	I goI answer the call, go over a wall
	Where the crosses are all in a row
	I mind the trees, get down on my knees
	There' s a hole in the gate
	I look around, that
	I won' t be found
	And sit down next to his grave
	If you squirm at the
	Conqueror
	WormThis is no place for thee
	Or if you fright at the mere site
	Of the corpse of my
	Annabel Lee
	If you fear there' s something you hear
	A heart beating under the floor
	Still your heart, there' s no need to start
	It' s just me having tea with
	LenoreSit here on the ground
	Dead leaves in the trees all around you
	Come enter this land
	Take this book in your hand
	If you find the living a bore
	There' s a place you can go
	Answer the call, go over the wall
	Where the crosses are all in a row
	Mind the trees, get down on your knees
	Sneak in just like the breeze
	Look around, though you won' t be found
	It' s just you,
	Edgar Allen and me