| Come on and listen to my tale
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| It’s a strange and sorry tale
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| That’s gonna rock you
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| About a man, the drifting kind
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| Let the story now unwind
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| It’s gonna shock you
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| Some people said he was a ghost
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| Wouldn’t wanna be his host
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| Or just to meet him
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| And if he ever came their way
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| They’d be sticks and stones, I’d say
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| That would grieve him
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| He was a Steppenwolf, a lost and lonely one
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| He was a Steppenwolf, forever on the run
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| He was a Steppenwolf, with a forgotten past
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| He was a Steppenwolf, who found a love at last
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| He was a Steppenwolf
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| The girl he met was out-of-sight
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| Though she walked the streets at night
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| He didn’t mind it
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| She seemed as happy as a song
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| And if anything was wrong
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| He didn’t find it
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| They used to laugh and dance and drink
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| And not ever did he think of a payday
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| No matter where they ever were
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| Every day he spent with her was a hey-day
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| He was a Steppenwolf, and not a handsome man
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| He was a Steppenwolf, who didn’t know her plan
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| He was a Steppenwolf, not very bright at all
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| He was a Steppenwolf, just riding for a fall
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| He was a Steppenwolf
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| One day she said «It's time you knew
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| That I started up with you
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| For just one reason
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| You’re gonna do just what I want
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| 'cause there’s something that I want
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| And I ain’t teasing
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| My life is empty all around
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| Nothing that I ever found
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| Would fulfill me
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| So for a while I’ll be with you
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| When I say that we’re through
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| You must kill me!»
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| He was a Steppenwolf, He cried «It isn’t fair»
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| He was a Steppenwolf, «You know how much I care»
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| He was a Steppenwolf, She said «This is the deal»
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| He was a Steppenwolf, He saw this was for real
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| He was a Steppenwolf
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| He was a Steppenwolf, they spent a long last night
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| He was a Steppenwolf, and with a smile she died
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| He was a Steppenwolf, a lost and lonely one
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| He was a Steppenwolf, forever on the run
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| He was a Steppenwolf |