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