Voltaire - Graveyard Picnic - Sözleri

When I find the living a bore



There's a place I go



I answer the call, go over a wall





Where the crosses are all in a row

I mind the trees, get down on my knees



There's a hole in the gate

I look around, that I won't be found



And sit down next to his grave









If you squirm at the Conqueror Worm



This is no place for thee



Or if you fright at the mere site

Of the corpse of my Annabel Lee

If you fear there's something you hear









A heart beating under the floor



Still your heart, there's no need to start

It's just me having tea with Lenore









Sit here on the ground

Dead leaves in the trees all around you

Come enter this land





Take this book in your hand







If you find the living a bore



There's a place you can go

Answer the call, go over the wall





Where the crosses are all in a row

Mind the trees, get down on your knees







Sneak in just like the breeze

Look around, though you won't be found



It's just you, Edgar Allen and me

														   

														   











		
			



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