| I had him!
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| And then. |
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| I had him!
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| His throat was bare beneath my hand —
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| No, I had him!
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| His throat was there and he’ll never come again!
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| When? |
| Why do I wait?
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| You told me to wait —
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| Now he’ll never come again!
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| There’s a hole in the world
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| Like a great black pit
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| And it’s filled with people
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| Who are filled with shit
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| And the vermin of the world inhabit it —
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| But not for long. |
| .
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| They all deserve to die —
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| Tell you why, Mrs. Lovett, tell you why!
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| Because in all of the whole human race
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| Mrs. Lovett, there are two kinds of men and only two
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| There’s the one staying put
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| In his proper place
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| And the one with his foot
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| In the other one’s face —
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| Look at me, Mrs Lovett, look at you!
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| No, we all deserve to die —
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| Even you, Mrs. Lovett, even I!
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| Because the lives of the wicked should be made brief
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| For the rest of us death will be a relief —
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| We all deserve to die!
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| And I’ll never see Johanna
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| No I’ll never hug my girl to me — finished!
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| Alright! |
| You Sir, how about a shave?
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| Come and visit your good friend Sweeney —
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| You Sir, too Sir! |
| Welcome to the grave!
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| I will have vengeance —
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| I will have salvation —
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| Who Sir, you Sir?
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| No one’s on the chair, come on! |
| Come on!
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| Sweeney’s waiting! |
| I want you bleeders!
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| You Sir! |
| Anybody!
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| Gentlemen now don’t be shy!
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| Not one man, no, nor ten men
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| Nor a hundred can assuage me —
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| I will have you!
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| And I will get him back even as he gloats
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| In the meantime I’ll practice on dishonorable throats
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| And my Lucy lies in ashes —
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| And I’ll never see my girl again!
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| But the work waits!
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| I’m alive at last —
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| And I’m full of joy! |