True
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Nervous
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very nervous
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Madman
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Why will you say that I am mad
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The disease has sharpened my senses
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not destroyed
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not dulled them
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Madman
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The eye of a vulture
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a pale blue eye
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with a film overit
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Listen
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observe how healthily
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and how calmly I tell this story
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He had no passion for the old man
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He was never insulted
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He loved him
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It was the eye the eye the eye
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I made up my mind
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To take his life forever
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Passionless
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The eye of a vulture
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You should have seen me
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How wisely I proceeded
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To rid himself of the eye forever
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With what dissimulation I went to work
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Caution
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I turned the latch on his door
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and opened it
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To work
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To practice
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I opened his door
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and put in a dark lantern
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Dark
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Slowly I put my head in
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Slowly I thrust it until in time Ientered
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I was in so far
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He was in so far
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he could see the old man sleep
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And then I undid the lantern so a thin ray
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fell upon the eye
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The vulture eye
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He did this for seven days
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Seven days
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But always the eye was closed
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and so I could not do the work
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And in the day he would greet the old man
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calmly in his chamber
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Calmly
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Nothing is wrong and all is well
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Knock, knock
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who's there
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Came night eight
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Night eight
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I was slower than a watch minute hand
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The power that I had with the old man
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not to even dream my secret thoughts
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Secret thoughts
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My sagacity
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I could barely conceal my feelings of triumph
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When suddenly the body moved
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The body moved
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But I went in even further
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pushing the door open even further
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Who's there
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Who's there
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I did not move a muscle
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I kept quiet and still
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The old man sat up in bed
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In his bed
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Who's there
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I heard a groan
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and knew it was a groan of mortal terror
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not pain or grief
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Oh no
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It was the low stifled sound that arises
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from the bottom of the soul
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when overcharged with awe
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I felt such awe welling up in my own bosom
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deepening with its echo the terrors that distracted me
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Knowing what the old man felt and
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Pitying him
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Although it made me laugh
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Ha ha
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He'd been lying awake since the first slight noise
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He'd been lying awake thinking
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Thinking
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It is nothing but the wind
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The wind
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It is nothing but the house settling
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The old man stalked with his black shadow
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Death approaching
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The mournful presence of the unperceived
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causing him to feel my presence
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Open the lantern
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I saw the ray fall on the eye
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On the eye
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The Tell-Tale Heart (Pt. 1)
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| Lou Reed |
