"Oh, look at me," that sweet boy's plea
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His mother cried, "My child's tied his laces"
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Why must we move on from such happy lawns
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Into nostalgia's palm and feed on the traces
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Do you hop to the dance or embarrass the parents?
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Who should I please? I'll go to sleep worrying
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That blood in the dark will attract the sharks
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Who are not violent, we've all got hungry bellies
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But where are the still unborns
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Who could look at me with the one eye
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Who could look at me with no eyes?
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So you look at me with me in their eyes
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And oh, what's pain?
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And oh, what's sadness anyway?
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It's not crying like a child
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And oh, what's graying?
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And oh, what's ageing anyway?
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It's not growing in the wild
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But I feel like I've just been born
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When you look at me with your green eyes
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When you look at me with your black eyes
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When you look at me with your dead eyes
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And I can't understand when holding her hand
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So womanly, I have to go kiss her
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And what a surprise to look in those eyes
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To find suddenly, he is Jack the Ripper
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Too suddenly, he was Jack the Ripper
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There he goes...
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Stop crying like a child
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She stopped crying like a child
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Jack the Ripper
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Jack the Ripper
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Jack the Ripper
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Unsolved Mysteries
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