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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 Mister 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 hands off me,
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Dancin' with Mister D.,
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With Mr. D.,
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With Mr. D.
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Will it be poison, put in my glass,
Will it be slow or will it be fast?
The bite of a snake, the sting of a spider,
A drink of Belladonna on a Toussaint night.
Hiding in a corner in New York City,
Lookin' down a forty four in West Virginia.
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One night I was dancin' with a lady in black,
Wearin' black silk gloves and a black silk hat.
She looked at me longin' with black velvet eyes,
She gazed at me strange all cunning and wise.
Then I saw the flesh just fall off her bones,
The eyes in her skull was burning like coals.
Lord, have mercy, fire and brimstone.
I was dancin' with Misses D.
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Lord, I was dancin', dancin', dancin' so free,
I was dancin', dancin', dancin' so free.
Dancin', dancin', dancin' so free.
Dancin', dancin'.
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