| Bashee playing magician sitting lotus on the floor
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| Belly dancing beauty with a power driven saw
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| Had my share of nightmares, didn’t think there could be much more
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| Then in walked Rodrick Usher with the Lady Eleanor
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| She tied my eyes with ribbon of a silken ghostly thread
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| I gazed with trouble vision on an old four poster bed
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| Where Eleanor had risen to kiss the neck below my head
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| And bid me come along with her to the land of the dancing dead
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| But it’s all right, Lady Eleanor
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| All right, Lady Eleanor
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| I’m all right where I am
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| She gazed with loving beauty like a mother to a son
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| Like living, dying, seeing, being all rolled into one
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| Then all at once I heard some music playing in my bones
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| The same old song I’d heard for years, reminding me of home
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| But it’s all right, Lady Eleanor
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| All right, Lady Eleanor
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| I’m all right where I am
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| Then creeping on towards me, licking lips with tongues of fire
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| A host of golden demons screaming lust and base desire
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| And when it seemed for certain that the screams could get no higher
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| I heard a voice above the rest screaming 'You're liar'
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| But it’s all right, Lady Eleanor
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| All right, Lady Eleanor
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| I’m all right where I am |