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they call him ed the butcher
his got a little farm
we've come too close we'd better run

we have no time

his steps are loud and heavy
the coat of leather shines
we'd better hide in these pines
we have no time

don't say a word
it will be heard
a hatchet in his hand
he smells our scent
i've got an idea
the roadway is near
let's stop his fun
do a fucking run
do a run


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