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Graveyard Picnic
Aurelio Voltaire, Voltaire
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When I find the living a bore
There's a place I go
I answer the call
Go over the wall
Where the crosses are all in a row
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 worm
This is no place for thee
Oh, if you fright
At the mere sight
Of the corpse of my Annabel Lee
If you feel 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 Lenore
Sit here on the ground
Dead leaves in the trees all around you
Come enter this land
Take this book in your hand
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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 Allan, and me
Sit here on the ground
Dead leaves in the trees all around you
Come enter this land
Take this book in your hand
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