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"Oh, look at me," that sweet boy's plea |
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His mother cried, "My child's tied his laces" |
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Why must we move on from such happy lawns |
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Into nostalgia's palm and feed on the traces |
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Do you hop to the dance or embarrass the parents? |
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Who should |
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I please? |
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I'll go to sleep worrying |
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That blood in the dark will attract the sharks |
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Who are not violent, we've all got hungry bellies |
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But where are the still unborns |
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Who could look at me with the one eye |
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Who could look at me with no eyes? |
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So you look at me with me in their eyes |
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And oh, what's pain? |
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And oh, what's sadness anyway? |
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It's not crying like a child |
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And oh, what's graying? |
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And oh, what's ageing anyway? |
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It's not growing in the wild |
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But I feel like |
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I've just been born |
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When you look at me with your green eyes |
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When you look at me with your black eyes |
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When you look at me with your dead eyes |
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And I can't understand when holding her hand |
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So womanly, |
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I have to go kiss her |
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And what a surprise to look in those eyes |
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To find suddenly, he is |
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Jack the Ripper |
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Too suddenly, he was |
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Jack the Ripper |
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There he goes... |
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Stop crying like a child |
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She stopped crying like a child |
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Jack the Ripper |
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Jack the Ripper |
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Jack the Ripper |
