| You say mysterious
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| Well, I say I’m just a lonely wolf wandering
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| A bit delirious
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| When all the trees appear the same, appear the same
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| Cast me away, my shadow’s cold
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| Into the barrens where I will grow old
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| Well, I’m not looking for answers
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| And I’m not looking for gold
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| The voices in my head
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| They echo in the wind and I begin to sway
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| I follow what they say
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| I can’t see their eyes, but I hear howling through the haze
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| Cast me away, my shadow’s cold
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| Into the barrens where I will grow old
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| Well, I’m not looking for answers
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| And I’m not looking for gold
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| Gold, gold
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| Cast me away, my shadow’s cold
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| Into the barrens where I will grow old
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| Cast me away, my shadow’s cold
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| Into the barrens where I will grow old
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| Well, I’m not looking for answers
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| And I’m not looking for gold
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| Well, I’m not looking for answers
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| And I’m not looking for gold |