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Eyes...cold dead eyes. Staring from the shadows to get you, |
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and he'll get you. 'cause you don't have a chance. |
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Get away if you can, stay away from the gray man. |
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He could be harmless, but he is craving for blood |
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Prey on the young, he's playing god. |
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Cutting in bodies, perversion of his |
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Please mr Fish, please mr Fish. |
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Lives...all these lives. Extinguished by life in perversions. |
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They don't stand a chance |
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How they cried when they ran, ran away from the gray ma. |
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He could be harmless, but he is craving for blood |
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Prey on the young, he's playing god. |
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Cutting in bodies, perversion of his |
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Please mr Fish, please mr Fish. |
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(Happy shall he be, that taketh and dasheth thy little ones against the stones) |
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He could be harmless, but he is craving for blood |
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Prey on the young, he's playing god. |
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Cutting in bodies, perversion of his |
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Please mr Fish, please mr Fish. |
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Please mr Fish, (please mr Fish) |
