| These are the stories of Edgar Allan Poe
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| Not exactly the boy next door
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| He’ll tell you tales of horror
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| Then he’ll play with your mind
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| If you haven’t heard of him
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| You must be deaf or blind
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| These are the stories of Edgar Allan Poe
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| Not exactly the boy next door
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| He’ll tell you about Usher
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| Whose house burned in his mind
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| His love for his dear sister
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| Her death would drive him wild
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| The murder of a stranger
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| The murder of a friend
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| The callings from the pits of hell
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| That never seem to end
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| These are the stories of Edgar Allan Poe
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| Not exactly the boy next door
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| These are the stories of Edgar Allan Poe
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| Not exactly the boy next door
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| The diabolic image of the city and the sea
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| The chaos and the carnage that reside deep within me
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| Decapitations, poisonings, hellish not a bore
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| You won’t need 3D glasses to pass beyond this door
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| Edgar Allan Poe
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| Not exactly the boy next door
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| No Nosferatu Vincent Price or naked women here
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| A mind unfurled, a mind unbent is all we have here
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| Truth, fried orangutans flutter to the stage
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| Leave your expectations home
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| And listen to the stories of Edgar Allan Poe
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| We give you the soliloquy the raven at the door
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| Flaming pits the moving walls no equilibrium
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| No ballast, no bombast
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| The unvarnished truth we’ve got
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| Mind swoons guilty
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| Cooking ravings in a pot
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| Edgar Allan Poe
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| Not exactly the boy next door
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| Edgar Allan Poe
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| Not exactly the boy next door
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| Tell-tale heart a rotting cask
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| A valley of unrest
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| A conqueror worm devouring souls
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| Keep the best for last
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| Rings for Annie Lee
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| As Poe’s buried alive
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| Regretting his beloved’s death in
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| All her many guises-a |