| Baby, hold my shaking hands
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| I think I killed a man but it wasn’t planned
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| And Baby, I can’t sleep at night
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| The ghoul that sleeps next to me is more than I can fight.
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| The wolves are knocking at my window
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| Telling me they know I’ll be impressed
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| And I can’t tell you why I did it
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| Starting to believe my made up mess
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| I want you to look me in the eyes
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| and tell me what you waiting for
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| Wolves on your shoulder
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| but concience knocking at your door
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| Baby, don’t believe your crime
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| What you tell yourself has always been a lie
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| And Baby, can’t remember pain
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| When I close my eyes all I see is plain
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| The sickness sewn into your skin
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| makes you think you have some monster within
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| So clean your mind with of axe with foul play
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| Wolves will stop once you tell them to go away
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| I want you to look me in the eyes
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| and tell me what you waiting for
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| Wolves on your shoulder
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| but concience knocking at your door
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| (…) across the white tile floor
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| I’ve got (…)
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| I’m still craving more
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| I want you to look me in the eyes
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| and tell me what you waiting for
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| Wolves on your shoulder
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| but concience knocking at the door
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| I want you to look me in the eye
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| and tell me what you waiting for. |