| When you see him
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| Look him in the eye, look him in the eye
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| And he won’t dare to follow
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| If you need to
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| Hook him with your eye, hook him with your eye
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| Do your wiggles and wallows
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| Sleep so tight but by a raven’s legs
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| Killed upright, sniffing by his head
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| Takes his high with a bop on bed
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| Makes it joggle with his torn off legs
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| Wake up with a hatchet over your head
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| You wake up with a hatchet over your head
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| I can see you running
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| I can see you running
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| Gone in the blink of my eye
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| Gone, gone, gone in the blink of my eye
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| I can see you running
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| I can see you running
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| Gone in the blink of my eye
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| Gone, gone, gone in the blink of, blink of my eye
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| Open your eyes, chocking on his bed
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| Chocking on his bed, then grimace and smile
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| Take a toll, he is with cigarettes
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| He picks your brains, he’s stomping on his chest
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| Sit his tone with one fast hand
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| Stuff his mouth with salty sand
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| Tie his arms up from his head
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| Rolling around like a rusty can
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| Wake up with a hatchet over your head
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| You wake up with a hatchet over your head
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| I can see you running
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| I can see you running
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| Gone in the blink of my eye
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| Gone, gone, gone in the blink of my eye
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| I can see you running
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| I can see you running
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| Gone in the blink of my eye
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| Gone, gone, gone in the blink of my, blink of my eye |