[Words: Luke Easter, Music: Aaron Guerra]
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I cut him up this evening
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And they came to check the scream
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On the very spot i'd hidden him
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I served a spot of tea
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I'd left no evidence
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That anything was wrong
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But the unnerving sound beneath the floor boards
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Reminded me of what I'd done
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I thought I'd committed
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The perfect, fool-proof crime
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I never knew how heavy
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This would wiegh upon my mind
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Things done in secret
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Under cover of night
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Have a funny way
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Of being brought into the light
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I admit the deed
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Can't you hear the beating
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I admit the deed
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I'm being driven mad by the tell-tale heart
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The Tell-Tale Heart
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