| So the wolves come out to play
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| On the curtain that he had borne away
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| Four words you’ve gotta say
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| Call them up to the morning rain
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| And I know it’s gonna hurt this time
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| It’s gonna shake you to your core
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| On my word
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| When you tame the wild
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| You are the coldest form of hell
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| Yeah
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| Second star to the right instead
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| And don’t sleep until the morning rain
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| Second star to the right instead
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| And I’ll sleep until the morning
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| So the lost lost ones don’t behave
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| Screaming freedom is a worn old thing
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| As the man-made stalling wind
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| Call up to the oldest faith
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| And I know it’s gonna hurt this time
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| It’s gonna shake you to your core
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| On my word
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| when you tame the wild
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| You are the coldest form of hell
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| Hell
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| Second star to the right instead
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| And don’t sleep until the morning
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| Second star to the right instead
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| And I’ll sleep under the morning rain
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| I’ll sleep under the morning rain
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| Sleep under the morning
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| I won’t beg, I won’t beg, no
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| I won’t beg, I won’t beg, no
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| Hey |