You'll be a wolf
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devoured by a lion,
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cause you look like a lamb
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baptized in fire,
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fearing yet hoping the best has swallowed you
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asleep once again.
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I should go to sleep,
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I fear I'm running out of time.
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Sometimes I feel I should sever my limbs,
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so iI could never crawl home,
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back home to you,
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waiting and watching to see if you'll follow me
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to my grave.
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I should go to sleep,
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I fear im running out of
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time waits for no one.
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I might not wake up next to you
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excuses, excuses, excuses,
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make excuses for eating your young.
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Let's lick the wounds
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and find out where we came from.
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When copperas has faded
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I hope you'll still be on my side.
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This is not dystrophy but desire,
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desire for comfort in the dark,
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call me a mocking bird,
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call me a mocking bird and it'done.
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The Deep
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| Further Seems Forever |
