| We’ll be owl in the night time
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| Making wise the night itself
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| Live and be under the moonlight
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| Settled in our sense of stealth
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| Things just aren’t the same
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| Since you’ve gone away
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| I want to see your face when I say your name
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| I want to be so wild that we can’t be tamed
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| We’ll be lions at the break of day
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| And our tails can swat the flies away
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| And if there comes an outsider
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| I’d pitch my roar and shake my mane
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| Things just aren’t th same
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| Since you’ve gon away
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| I want to see your face when I say your name
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| I want to be so wild that we can’t be tamed
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| I want to be wilder (I want to be wilder)
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| In a garden that is overgrown
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| Round a ringfort and a lone whitethorn
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| There with the fairies of the field we’ll hide
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| Oh the mysteries of our other side
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| Things just aren’t the same
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| Since you’ve gone away
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| I want to see your face when I say your name
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| I want to be so wild that we can’t be tamed
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| I wanna be wilder (I wanna be wilder)
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| Just like lions at the break of day… |