| It’s dry, it’s dusty, the nights are long and cold
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| Your life is like a desert, you’re scared of growing old
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| You can hear the clock ticking like a hammer on a stone
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| Remember this — you’re not alone, you’re not alone, you’re not alone
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| Come on! |
| Can you hear it?
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| The call of the wild
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| Stand up now and fight back
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| Wipe off their plastic smiles
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| You crawled out of the ocean, your pulse was slow and weak
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| Got up on your two legs, put on clothes and learned to speak
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| Ended up abandoned in a place that they call «home»
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| Remember this — you’re not alone, you’re not alone, you’re not alone
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| Come on! |
| Can you hear it?
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| The call of the wild
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| Stand up now and fight back
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| Wipe off their plastic smiles
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| Why listen to the losers who still treat you like a child?
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| Better find another station
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| Tune in to the call of wild
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| The call of wild
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| They’ll tell you that they love you, like a spider loves a fly
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| Promise you you’re safe but never look you in the eye
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| Manipulated, regulated, crippled and controlled
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| Remember this — you’re not alone, you’re not alone, you’re not alone
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| Come on! |
| Can you hear it?
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| The call of the wild
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| Stand up and fight back
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| And kill their plastic smiles
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| Why listen to the losers who still treat you like a child?
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| Tune in to the call of the wild
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| Call of the wild |