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RIPPER - FIRST CHRISTIAN MARTYR

I know you're probably gettin' ready for bed
Beautiful woman, get out of my head
I'm so tired of the same old crud
Sweet baby, I need fresh blood

The moon shines in the autumn sky
Growin' cold, the leaves all die
I'm more alone than I've ever been
Help me out of the shape I'm in

After the fires, before the flood-
My sweet baby, I need fresh blood

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