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Hidden amongst the darkest shadows |
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The ladies of |
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Whitechapel |
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Mist surrounds cobble stone paths |
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The ripper is well disguised |
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Panting like a hungry dog |
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Eyes peeled open wide |
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Razor sharp instruments preparing for attack |
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Beware ladies of the night |
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Your life is within his hands |
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Insert a scalpel into your abdomen |
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Perform a living autopsy |
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Disembowelment and butchery |
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Killing on the brain |
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Lunatic of the night awaits for his victim |
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Dwelling for the taste of blood |
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Act of the macabre |
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Internal organs he will feast upon |
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Sluts and harlots of the night |
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Now your gonna die |
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Lurking with a demented mind |
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Is your answer to death |
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Anni Chapman you tempted fate |
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He waits in mist for you |
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To slice your throat and remove your breasts |
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Lays you down to die |
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Unconvicted maniac he fled into the night |
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Sluts and harlots of the night |
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Now your gonna die |
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Insert a scalpel into your abdomen |
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And perform a living autopsy |
