| Oh let me tell you, a dreadful story, of how I poked out my eye
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| Oh let me tell you, a dreadful story, of how I poked out my eye
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| Well it was early on Sunday morning when I woke up from a dream
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| My heart was pounding, my hands were trembling from the frightful sight I’d seen
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| I dreamt my father appeared before me, he had risen from the grave
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| He was a pitiful and lonely specter of a life that could not be saved
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| Oh let me tell you, a dreadful story, of how I poked out my eye
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| Oh let me tell you, a dreadful story, of how I poked out my eye
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| And in the dream, my father told me that a part of me must die
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| So that it might be with him in spirit, to help him in the afterlife
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| You can imagine that all I wanted was only to go back to sleep
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| And yet I knew that I must rise up and obey the terrible decree
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| Oh let me tell you, a dreadful story…
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| Oh let me tell you, a dreadful story…
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| I left the warmth of the bedroom and opened the window shades
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| I walked outside, in my bathrobe into the cool of the autumn day
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| I walked outdoors, to the tool shed and opened up the drawer |
| And I removed the deadly instrument to do the deadly deed
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| Oh let me tell you, a dreadful story, of how I poked out my eye
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| Oh let me tell you, a dreadful story, of how I poked out my eye
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| And then I wrapped a linen bandage across the eye that would never see again
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| And then I brought in my Sunday paper and then went back to bed
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| Oh let me tell you, a dreadful story, of how I poked out my eye
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| Oh let me tell you, a dreadful story, of how I poked out my eye
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| My Eye |