I remember once... 20 years ago...
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As a kid, I ran to the city zoo
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I stuffed my pocket with black bread
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It seemed to me that the animals were hungry there
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And they put them there for life,
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But of all those animals, I remember the wolf
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He wandered back and forth in a smelly enclosure
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And with boundless longing looked at the people
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Wolf's share - in the wild, in the wild to cackle
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The wolf's share in captivity, in captivity to be
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It's probably easier to put poison through the veins
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Or wandering back and forth in the enclosure like this...
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I was surprised then, unable to understand
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Why the wolf cannot stand still
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Why is the black bread that I threw into the cage
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He did not eat, but only looked and growled
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Since that time I have traveled many roads
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And fate brought to the prison threshold
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And when they take you out for a walk
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I can’t exactly stand that wolf in place
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Wolf's share - in the wild, in the wild to cackle
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The wolf's share in captivity, in captivity to be
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It's probably easier to put poison through the veins
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Or like this back and forth in the aviary to wander
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Above the cage is steel, and the sky above it
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Sometimes a sparrow flies over me
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Don't let me out of here look, don't look
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I got to the zoo, and already from the inside ...
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Wolf's share - in the wild, in the wild to cackle
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The wolf's share in captivity, in captivity to be
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It's probably easier to put poison through the veins
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Or wandering back and forth in the enclosure like this... |