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I was living on a lie Never thought that I would die
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In the halls of sadness I face the troops of madness
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| Arh! we are troops of madness! Arrh! | |
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| That's right. And not sweet old ladies. Lawks! | |
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Hear the Ripper's distant cry
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| OI! you're standing on my foot! | |
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