Furious
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It made me furious
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A dull quick sound pounding
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Like a watch encased in cotton
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Tick tock
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I knew that sound well
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It increased my fury
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The beating of the old man's heart
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I scarcely breathed and refrained
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Motionless
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The tattoo of the heart
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Hellish
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Increased and was extreme
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It grew louder
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Louder
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I am nervous at this dead hour of the night
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amid the dreadful silence of this old house
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this sound excites me to uncontrollable wrath
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I thought someone would hear this sound
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I thought his heart would burst
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His hour had come
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Please open the door
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Open the door
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The old man has gone to the country
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Gone to the country
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But please search well
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Please search well
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These are his treasures
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Treasures
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Secure and undisturbed
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Please sit and rest
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You must be fatigued
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Wild audacity
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Perfect triumph
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So they chat
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Chat
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Of familiar things
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I hear ringing
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Ringing
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Do you not hear it
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No
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It is louder
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It is making my head ache
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Do you not hear it
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No
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No
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No
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I, I have a headache
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The day is long
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Do you not hear it
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No
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Do you fucking mock me
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Do you mock me
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They know
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Do you think me
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They know
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An imbecile
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Do you think me a fool
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Villains dissemble no more
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I admit the deed
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Admit, Admit
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Here, here
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Admit
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It is the beating
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of his most hideous heart
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The Tell-Tale Heart (Pt. 2)
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| Lou Reed |
