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OW! |
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He can open up a bottle |
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He can open up a can |
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He can open up a cardboard box |
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He can open up a man |
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He can cut through leather |
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Keep you up for days |
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Give your grip on ice |
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Or he can slash your pretty face |
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He will utilise you |
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He will brutalise you |
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He's got a will of his own |
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Hey man, I got a knife |
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He can save your life |
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Cut the ropes that bind |
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But stagger and fall |
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And he'll cut you blind |
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He can give me heat |
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He can give me light |
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Gimme water and bread |
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He can flash in the night |
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He will euthanise |
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He will eunichise you |
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He's got a will of his own |
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Hey man, I got a knife |
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He comes to work in my jacket |
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I take it out when I can |
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He sleeps all day in my pocket |
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He comes alive in my hand |
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Gettin' hungry for |
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A little slice of life |
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Just a little punctuation |
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He's the husband |
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You're the wife |
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He will perforate you |
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He will ventilate you |
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He's going straight for the bone |
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Hey man, I got a knife |
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He will violate you |
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Even annihilate you |
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He's gotta find his way back home |
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I got a knife |
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I got a knife |
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I gotta knife |
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And I will never walk alone |
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I got a knife |
