| We walk those city streets, the wolves in neon light
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| We’re seeking sanctuary from the coming light
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| White Line Fever
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| Fuels the rage towards the dawn
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| 'Cos to the night we were born
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| We prowl the midnight strip, hyenas on the hunt
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| We’re cravin' evermore and just a little
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| White Line Fever
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| Race toward the comin' dawn
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| 'Cos to the night we were born
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| Wolves like witches gather 'neath the dark moon light
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| Casting spells with distant howls into the night
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| We walk these city streets, the wolves in neon light
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| We’re seeking sanctuary and the endless night
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| I heard that vixen speak, she spoke to me in tongues
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| Howlin' like a wildcat every time she cums
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| White Line Fever
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| Bled me dry until the dawn, fires up and pleads for more
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| Wolves like witches gather 'neath the dark moon light
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| Casting spells with distant howls into the night
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| We walk these city streets, the wolves in neon light
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| We’re seeking sanctuary and the endless night
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| Solos — K.K., Roland |