(M. Jagger/K. Richards)
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Down in the graveyard where we have our tryst
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The air smells sweet, the air smells sick
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He never smiles, his mouth merely twists
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The breath in my lungs feels clinging and thick
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But I know his name, he's called Mr. D.
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And one of these days he's gonna set you free
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Human skulls is hangin' right 'round his neck
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The palms of my hands is clammy and wet
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Lord, I was dancin', dancin', dancin' so free
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Dancin', dancin', dancin' so free
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Dancin', Lord, keep your hand off me
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Dancin' with Mr. D., with Mr. D., with Mr. D.
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Will it be poison put in my glass
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Will it be slow or will it be fast?
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The bite of a snake, the sting of a spider
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A drink of Belladonna on a Toussaint night
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Hiding in a corner in New York City
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Lookin' down a fourty-four in West Virginia
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I was dancin', dancin', dancin' so free
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Dancin', dancin', dancin' so free
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Dancin', Lord, keep your hand off me
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Dancin' with Mr. D., with Mr. D., with Mr. D.
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One night I was dancin' with a lady in black
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Wearin' black silk gloves and a black silk hat
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She looked at me longin' with black velvet eyes
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She gazed at me strange all cunning and wise
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Then I saw the flesh just fall off her bones
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The eyes in her skull was burning like coals
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Lord, have mercy, fire and brimstone
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I was dancin' with Mrs. D.
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Lord, I was dancin', dancin', dancin' so free
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I was dancin', dancin', dancin' so free
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Dancin', dancin', dancin' so free
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Dancin', dancin'
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Dancing With Mr. D.
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| The Rolling Stones |
