| Your mama is a werewolf with long, sharp teeth
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| I’m up all night when the world should sleep
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| I curse the darkness when it’s killin' time
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| I got a river of fear runnin' through my mind
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| When the moon shines through those parting clouds
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| I hear the call and I howl out loud
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| I stalk the streets where the shadows lie
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| And I pray to God that that sun will rise
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| But that sun don’t always rise
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| If my good intentions go runnin' wild
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| If I cause you pain, my own sweet child
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| Won’t you promise me you’ll be the one?
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| My silver bullet in the gun
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| When I wake and, and I’m reborn
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| My body aches and my soul is torn
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| I search the void for any clues
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| And I feel ashamed for what I’ve put you through
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| This curse a gift from my father’s kin
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| They fought the beast I feel within
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| But we don’t talk about it and we don’t call its name
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| We just carry on, hopin' it’ll change
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| But we know it’ll never change
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| If my good intentions go runnin' wild
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| If I cause you pain, my own sweet child
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| Won’t you promise me you’ll be the one?
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| My silver bullet in the gun
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| Would you strike me down right where I stand?
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| Would you change me back, make me kind again?
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| Won’t you promise me you’ll be the one?
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| My silver bullet in the gun
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| If my good intentions go runnin' wild
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| If I cause you pain, my own sweet child
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| Won’t you promise me you’ll be the one?
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| My silver bullet in the gun
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| Would you strike me down right where I stand?
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| Would you change me back, make me kind again?
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| Won’t you promise me you’ll be the one?
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| My silver bullet in the gun |