| We got EAP in the house tonight
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| Edgar Allan Poe, America’s most romantic love poet
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| We’re taking this back, way back, 1849 style. |
| Hip-Hop? |
| Nah, this is Lit-Hop!
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| It was many and many a year ago, in a kingdom by the sea
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| That a maiden there lived whom you may know
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| By the name of Annabel Lee
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| And this maiden she lived with no other thought
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| Than to love and be loved by me
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| But the angels got jealous and they took my queen
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| Now she’s gone and I can barely sleep (but her)
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| Mortality, makes her hot, up in the malt shop, our favorite spot
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| I got so lost in her bright green eyes
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| So tell me why the love of my life had to die?
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| So who’s that (who's that) rappin', at my door?
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| Annabel Lee, RIP like Lenore
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| Nevermore should have known death would take her out
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| Red lips, sick kiss and I’m lonely now
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| It was tuberculosis, necrosis, I can’t focus and I hope this
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| Pain goes away cause all I see is her photo on the wall
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| Smell her perfume on the sheets
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| We were so in love, even when she’s gone
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| I’ll be up in the graveyard singing her songs
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| Like cemetery woman, my cemetery girl
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| Cemetery lady, I want you in my world
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| No matter which way you go
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| No matter which way you stay
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| You’re out of my mind, out of my mind
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| Out of my mind, out of my mind
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| I was a child and she was a child
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| In this kingdom by the sea;
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| But we loved with a love that was more than love see
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| I and my Annabel Lee;
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| With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven coveted her and me
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| She was gone by dawn should have known all along
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| That we were never meant to be
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| Sadly, I gave her my heart, she gave me her flower
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| Like Romeo and Juliet humping in the tower
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| Every single day every single hour
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| Rumpy in the bedroom, pumpy in the shower
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| So now I pack a shovel and I dig real deep
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| Take a crescent wrench, rip out all her teeth
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| Put ‘em in a box, so she’ll always be
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| Here with me, let’s see probably need some therapy
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| The highborn kinsman stole her from me
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| Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee
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| That’s death, I guess, there’s nothing I can do
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| Like Ronnie and Sammie our relationship is through
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| Now every single night, I lie down by the side
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| Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride
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| My wife and my pride now all I have left
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| Is poetry, memories, sorrow and stress
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| For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
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| Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
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| And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
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| Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
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| And neither the angels in heaven above
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| Nor the demons down under the sea
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| Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
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| Of the beautiful Annabel Lee
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| But our love it was stronger by far than the love
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| Of those who were older than we-
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| They said we were kids but I love what is
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| We were happy and young and so free
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| And so every night, I lie down by the side
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| Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride
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| That’s where she will always be
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| In her tomb by the sounding sea |