| Being wiry and thinking loudly
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| About the things sent to make you move
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| You can’t help it, there’s no one in the world
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| Knows you just, just the way you do
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| So we keep darting through the holes
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| As the hunter and the fox
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| Run the gauntlet’s savage road
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| Winter’s heavy and partly cloudy
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| And the snowfall leaves the tracks that catch a few
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| Bit if you’re wiley, you will leave them lying
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| Snared up in the traps that they set for you
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| And it’s an evergreen affair
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| As temptation taunts the fox
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| Into the hunter’s waiting lair
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| And for mile after mile you’ll never see me tire
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| You’ll never see me slow down, for a while
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| Because I am the fox, like it or not
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| I’m always going to be there running over the rock
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| Yes I am the fox, a fascinating cross
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| Of sharp as a whip and tough as an ox
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| Yes I am the fox
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| It may sound crazy but it’s often lonely
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| And the restless heart should be captured once in a while
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| Then you can use them, and you often fool them
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| Into believing whatever you desire
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| So I’ll keep moving through the night
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| The hunter and the hunted
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| On their designated flights
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| The designated flights |