We got EAP in the house tonight,
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Edgar Allan Poe, America's most romantic love poet.
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We're taking this back, way back, 1849 style. Hip-Hop? Nah, this is Lit-Hop!
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It was many and many a year ago, in a kingdom by the sea,
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That a maiden there lived whom you may know
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By the name of Annabel Lea
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And this maiden she lived with no other thought
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Than to love and be loved by me.
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But the angels got jealous and they took my queen
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Now she's gone and I can barely sleep (but her)
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Mortality, makes her hot, up in the malt shop, our favorite spot
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I got so lost in her bright green eyes,
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So tell me why the love of my life had to die?
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So who's that (who's that) rappin', at my door?
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Annabel Lee, RIP like Lenore
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Nevermore should have known death would take her out
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Red lips, sick kiss and I'm lonely now
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It was tuberculosis, necrosis, I can't focus and I hope this
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Pain goes away cause all I see is her photo on the wall,
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Smell her perfume on the sheets,
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We were so in love, even when she's gone
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I'll be up in the graveyard singing her songs
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Like cemetery woman, my cemetery girl
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Cemetery lady, I want you in my world.
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[CHORUS]
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Annabel Lee R.I.P.
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I was a child and she was a child,
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In this kingdom by the sea;
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But we loved with a love that was more than love see
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I and my Annabel Lee;
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With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven coveted her and me.
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She was gone by dawn should have known all along
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That we were never meant to be
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Sadly, I gave her my heart, she gave me her flower
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Like Romeo and Juliet humping in the tower
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Every single day every single hour
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Rumpy in the bedroom, pumpy in the shower
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So now I pack a shovel and I dig real deep
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Take a crescent wrench, rip out all her teeth
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Put 'em in a box, so she'll always be
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Here with me, let's see probably need some therapy
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The highborn kinsman stole her from me
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Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee
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That's death, I guess, there's nothing I can do
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Like Ronnie and Sammie our relationship is through
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Now every single night, I lie down by the side
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Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride,
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My wife and my pride now all I have left
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Is poetry, memories, sorrow and stress.
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[REPEAT CHORUS]
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For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
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Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
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And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
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Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
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And neither the angels in heaven above,
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Nor the demons down under the sea,
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Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
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Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
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But our love it was stronger by far than the love
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Of those who were older than we-
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They said we were kids but I love what is
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We were happy and young and so free
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And so every night, I lie down by the side
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Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride,
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That's where she will always be
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In her tomb by the sounding sea.
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Annabel Lee R.I.P. (2012)
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| MC Lars Horris |
