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It's the night of the hunter |
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It's the night of the long knives |
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It's the night of the hunter |
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And you can justify all you like |
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Sleep tight, this snowy night |
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For spring, you will never see again |
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Say goodbye to your awful wives |
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Bid farewell to your awful friends |
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I'm twenty steps from the jugular |
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I'm twenty steps from the death |
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I'm twenty steps from the funeral |
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I'm twenty steps from your last breath |
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The shadow falls on the abbatoir gates |
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As you leave with the stench on your hands |
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I am here with a cigarette bait |
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I am here to asphyxiate |
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It's the night of the hunter |
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It's the night of the long knives |
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It's the night of the hunter |
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And you can justify all you like |
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The laugh you spew on this landscape |
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As you erase it of the gentle hare |
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Will be your last on this landscape |
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Will be your last anywhere |
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Matador, bear baiter, |
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Butcher, hare courser |
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Value your life while you can |
