| OW!
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| He can open up a bottle
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| He can open up a can
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| He can open up a cardboard box
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| He can open up a man
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| He can cut through leather
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| Keep you up for days
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| Give your grip on ice
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| Or he can slash your pretty face
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| He will utilise you
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| He will brutalise you
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| He’s got a will of his own
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| Hey man, I got a knife
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| He can save your life
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| Cut the ropes that bind
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| But stagger and fall
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| And he’ll cut you blind
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| He can give me heat
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| He can give me light
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| Gimme water and bread
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| He can flash in the night
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| He will euthanise
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| He will eunichise you
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| He’s got a will of his own
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| Hey man, I got a knife
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| He comes to work in my jacket
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| I take it out when I can
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| He sleeps all day in my pocket
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| He comes alive in my hand
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| Gettin' hungry for
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| A little slice of life
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| Just a little punctuation
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| He’s the husband
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| You’re the wife
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| He will perforate you
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| He will ventilate you
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| He’s going straight for the bone
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| Hey man, I got a knife
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| He will violate you
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| Even annihilate you
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| He’s gotta find his way back home
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| I got a knife
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| I got a knife
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| I gotta knife
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| And I will never walk alone
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| I got a knife |