| The evil one, he’s back in town
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| He’s come to take your soul
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| Where does he live, where does he walk, does anybody
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| know?
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| On dark streets, in back alleys
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| He’ll put 'em in the sheets
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| The man is fear, the man is death
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| He’s Satan’s only son
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| Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
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| He’s coming after you
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| On his tongue, he’ll taste your blood, the knife is slicing through
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| Time again, and time again he’ll find another kill
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| The police and their detectives are always stumped
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| One by one, as they come, they will always go He’s always lurking in the shadows just waiting for you
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| His lust is blood and killing fun
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| He’s the Boston Strangler
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| On dark streets, in back alleys
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| He’ll put 'em in the sheets
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| The man is fear, the man is death
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| He’s Satan’s only son
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| One by one, as they come, they will always go He’s always lurking in the shadows just waiting for you
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| His lust is blood and killing fun
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| He’s the Boston Strangler |