| Professor Elemental: Hello old chap
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| English Gentleman: Come in old man! |
| Why, why you look like you’ve seen a ghost!
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| Prof: I only wish it was
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| Gent: It can’t be as bad as that
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| Prof: It’s worse I’m afraid. |
| Worse
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| Gent: Let me fix you a drink and, you can tell me all about it
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| Prof: I have a problem. |
| I’ve done some terrible things, terrible things
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| Gent: I see…
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| It’s not whiskey or gin or puffed in a pipe
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| Not opium or laudanum, a different high
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| Not for ordinary mortals, a different vice
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| For after hours gentlemen who fib and lie
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| Leave brandies and cigars
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| Games of bridge with wives
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| And stride briskly to a risky life
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| Down backstreets, the air’s thick and rife
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| Bad atmosphere, a glimpse of crime
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| Mind your business, tight lipped arrive
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| To a dingy hiding place, where you give your tithe
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| Receieve for your shilling, a liquid prize
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| One swig, first sign, is a twitching eye
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| Your mind begins to fizz, unzip and writhe
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| Your hat brim widens, grip the sides
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| A delightful sickness, an itching spine
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| A roar of bliss, slip into the night
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| To find poor victims, rip and slice
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| Stalk and bite
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| Isn’t this the life?
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| By dawn, more yourself, revisit your wife
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| «Just a late-night game of cards dear, didn’t win the prize»
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| You, cringe to lie but will still sprint tonight
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| To purchase more elixir from Mr. Hyde
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| You, cringe to lie but will still sprint tonight
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| To purchase more elixir from Mr. Hyde
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| Gent: Oh god! |
| Your -inaudbile- must be horrible…
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| Prof: I’ve… I’ve drunk some now!
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| Gent: No! |
| No old chap! |