BY the last breath of the four winds that blow
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I'll have revenge upon Fortunato
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Smile in his face I'll say "come let us go
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I've a cask of Amontillado"
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Sheltered inside from the cold of the snow
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Follow me now to the vault down below
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Drinking the wine as we laugh at the time
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Which is passing incredibly slow
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(What are these chains that are binding my arm?)
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Part of you dies each passing day
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(Say it's a game and I'll come to no harm)
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You'll feel your life slipping away
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You who are rich and whose troubles are few
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May come around to see my point of view
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What price the Crown of a King on his throne
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When you're chained in the dark all alone
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(Spare me my life only name your reward)
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Part of you dies each brick I lay
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(Bring back some light in the name of the Lord)
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You'll feel your mind slipping away
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The Cask Of Amontillado
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| The Alan Parsons Project |
