| I don't know your name or whereabouts
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| I guess your trail and smell
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| I'm going armed with teeth and courage
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| I will bite your wild flesh
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| Varo at night without napping, distressed
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| Dawn imitating your cry
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| I approach around your lair
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| And seeing me you provoke me
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| You sing of your crazy agony
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| Water bubbles up in my mouth
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| My prey roaring your race
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| Legs struggling and your fervor
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| Today is the day of grace
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| Today is the day of the hunt and the day of the hunter
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| Today is the day of grace
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| Today is the day of the hunt and the day of the hunter
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| I spray myself in space like a cat
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| Our bodies rolling in the bush
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| Our bodies getting tangled up in the mangrove
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| My claws opening your blood
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| Me moaning while you hug me
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| Our bodies stuck together from sweat
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| Today is the day of grace
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| Today is the day of the hunt and the day of the hunter
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| Today is the day of grace
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| Today is the day of the hunt and the day of the hunter
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| From laying I stay looking at the beast
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| Then I'll give you the right shot
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| I already know your gazelle back
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| Wild horse ridden in hair
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| It no longer fights, it doesn't get rid of it
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| Panting, she owns her master
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| Today is the day of grace
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| Today is the day of the hunt and the day of the hunter
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| Today is the day of grace
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| Today is the day of the hunt and the day of the hunter |