| 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 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 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' |