He tip toes
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Down the stairs
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Carefully, don't wake the baby
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His wife is fast asleep
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She doesn't see
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The double life he's leading
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The face he wears at night
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What he can do with a knife
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He trembles with sweet, sick satisfaction
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He does it again and again and again
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Another life is taken
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The more I see
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Of the cruelty surrounding me
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The more I like my dog
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The more hatred I see
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Each night on my TV
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The more I like my dog
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He tip toes
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Around the corner
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Evil thoughts spin in his head
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He only sees their skin
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Not their faces
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He wishes they all were dead
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The bell rings
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The children play
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It's just another sunny day
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Then there's a scream
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It fills the air
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It's not a game -- the blood is real, it's everywhere
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The more I see
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Of the cruelty surrounding me
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The more I like my dog
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The more hatred I see
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Each night on my TV
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The more I like my dog
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A dog doesn't know how to hate
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A dog doesn't discriminate
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A dog doesn't premeditate
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The insanity that humanity
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Does .....
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The more I see
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Of the cruelty surrounding me
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The more I like my dog
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The more hatred I see
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Each night on my TV
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The more I like my dog
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I Like My Dog
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