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See the shark with teeth like razors |
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You can read his open face |
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And Macheath, he's got a knife, and |
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In such an obvious place |
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On a beautiful blue Sunday, |
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See a corpse stretched in the Strand |
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See a man dodge 'round the corner... |
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Mackie's friends will understand. |
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Mr. Meier reported missing |
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Like so many wealthy men: |
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Mack the knife acquired his cashbox |
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God alone knows how or when |
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Jenny Towler, she turned up lately |
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With a knife stuck through her breast |
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While Macheath, he walks the embankment, |
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Nonchalantly unimpressed |
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And the ghastly fire in Soho, |
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Seven children at a go-- |
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In the crowd stands Mac the knife, but |
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He isn't asked, he doesn't know |
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And the child bride in her nightgown, |
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Whose assailants still at large |
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Violated in her slumbers |
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Mackie how much did you charge? |
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Yes, the child bride in her nightgown |
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her assailants still at large |
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Violated in her slumbers |
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Mackie how much did you charge? |
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Mackie how much did you charge? |
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How much did you charge? |
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How much did you charge? |
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How much did you charge? |
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How much did you charge? |
