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Jack
Stainless steel glistens in the gaslight
it cuts through gravity and sinew.
Whitechapel is mine tonight
nobody knows what I will do.
It cuts through gravity and sinew
when you hold it right.
Nobody knows what I will do
If you put up a fight.
When you hold it right
Just one swing and you are through
If you put up a fight
I’ll cut you in two
...Thursday 5th December 2013 12:17 pm
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