| It’s no surprise I overslept
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| Put my boots on and climbed out my tent
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| I didn’t see you, assumed you were sleeping
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| Immediately start a fire cause it’s freezing
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| I can’t believe we went camping in the cold
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| I’m in the wilderness standing in some snow
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| A late start, but we can still catch up
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| You need to wake up, we should eat and then pack up
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| That’s when I noticed your foot prints
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| The snow’s fresh and those have been put since
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| What, you’re already up making the rounds?
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| So where you at now, you laid back down?
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| The breeze came and it stalled out the flame
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| While I went to your tent and called out your name
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| You didn’t answer, so I opened up the flap
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| It’s just an empty sleeping bag and your backpack
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| I’m looking at your tracks and You took a couple laps
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| Around the campground and hoofed down the path
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| I figure you’ll return, no concern
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| I’mma hold put and try to make this cold wood burn
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| The wind is blowing strong, minutes rolling on
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| It’s going on at least a half an hour you’ve been gone
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| It ain’t right, start the paranoia
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| I left the camp site to go and search for ya
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| I read the trail your feet made
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| Each step was deliberately placed
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| It looks like you know where it leads
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| But I see nothing but leafless frozen trees
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| About a quarter mile into the course
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| Another set of tracks appeared next to yours
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| From the north it came out of the thick woods
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| And those footprints belong to a big wolf
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| Trying to find service on my cellphone
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| I felt aight with my knife on my belt, though
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| I hope the wolf is intimidated by you
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| I wondered if you even knew what was behind you
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| Stalking ya, maybe watching ya
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| Waiting for the opportunity to hop on top of ya
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| Salivating', wanna take ya to the stomach
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| In the cartoons you would have turned into a drumstick
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| And it gets about as bad it goes
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| Cause I notice there’s a new set of tracks in the snow
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| I understood, it doesn’t look good
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| Your fan club doubled, now you’ve got another wolf
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| And the odds are in favor of the home team
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| Why’d you walk off all alone, where you going?
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| It ain’t the right time to complain, but
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| It feels like I’m trying to find your remains
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| Your foot prints grew further apart
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| I knew what that meant and it was hurting my heart
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| It means you started to run, so I did the same
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| Now my breaths looking like a steam engine train
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| Suddenly your tracks dip off of the path
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| And so did theirs, so my knife I grabbed
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| Into the forest, expect the worst
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| Adrenaline burst disturbed the nerves
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| 50 yards into the woods and brush
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| It got so thick that it looked like dusk
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| The air stood serene, sober
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| It seemed like a good 15 degrees colder
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| And I’ll admit: Hell yeah, I felt fear
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| The sound of my heart beat was all I could hear
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| Looking at the snow it was plain and clear
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| There was a third set of wolf prints where yours disappeared
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| I can’t process, I don’t follow
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| It would be easier to believe that you were swallowed
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| With no sign of death, no sign of struggle
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| No signs of blood, no signs of trouble
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| And the wolves never stopped
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| The tracks kept going and I took off
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| So I don’t know how your story ends
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| But I know I’ll never go into those woods again
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| It’s not that tragic, it’s not a shame
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| You’re not the hunted, you’re not the aim
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| You just another dog with hunger pains
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| I was so afraid that you’d become the game
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| I forgot to worry about what you became
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| You’re not the hunted, you’re not the aim
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| You just another dog with hunger pains
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| I was so afraid that you’d become the game
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| I forgot to worry about what you became |