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A scream in darkness, a hopeless fight |
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Eyes that burn in the night |
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Blood is drippin' from a knife |
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The ripper's struck, could be your wife |
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The beast is striking like a dog |
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The dog is dying in the morning fog |
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Worn-out resting in his hide |
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Sleepin' light - with eyes open wide |
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[chorus:] |
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Eddie likes torture and pain |
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But Eddie's crying in the rain |
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Eddie's got a twisted brain |
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And neighbours say that he's insane |
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Then Eddie - strikes again |
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The dog is wakin' up each night |
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Revengeful, lonesome with no fright |
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Eddie's blade, is Eddie's toy |
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Satan come and get your boy! |
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[chorus:] |
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Eddie likes torture and pain |
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But Eddie's crying in the rain |
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Eddie's got a twisted brain |
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And neighbours say that he's insane |
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Then Eddie - strikes again |
