| So the wolves come out to play
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| On the Canadian border waste
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| Four words you’ve got to say
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| Call them out to the morning wind
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| I know it’s gonna hurt this time
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| It’s gonna shake you to your core
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| Oh my word when you tame the wild
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| You are the coldest form of hell
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| Second star to the right head straight
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| And I don’t sleep until the morning
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| Second star the right head straight
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| And I’ll sleep in through the morning
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| So the lost ones don’t behave
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| Screaming freedom is a wild, wild thing
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| As the mermaids draw you in
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| Call out to the oldest friend
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| I know it’s gonna hurt this time
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| It’s gonna shake you to your core
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| Oh my word when you tame the wild
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| You are the coldest form of hell
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| Second star to the right head straight
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| And I don’t sleep until the morning
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| Second star the right head straight
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| And I’ll sleep under the morning wind
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| I won’t bend, I won’t break, we are wild |