| Midnight-can you hear the wolves are howling
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| No light- but the evil ones ore prowling
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| Pitch black — and their wicked eyes are on you
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| They attack — 'cause there’s nowhere they can find you
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| Swirling you round, taking you down
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| You’re the chosen one
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| You’re looking back, you left your track
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| So now you run with the pack
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| Run with the pack
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| Screaming wind — from the valley of the dead
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| They’ll win — the soul from you of which they led
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| They lie — but you listen just the same
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| You cry — but now tell me who’s to blame
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| Swirling you round, taking you down
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| You’re the chosen one
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| You’re looking back, you left your track
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| So now you run with the pack
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| Run with the pack
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| Midnight — can you hear the wolves are howling
|
| No light — but the evil ones are prowling
|
| Screaming wind — from the valley of the dead
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| They’ll win-the soul from you of which they led
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| Swirling you round, taking you down
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| You’re the chosen one
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| You’re looking back, you left your track
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| So now you run with the pack
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| Nowhere to hide
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| So run with pride
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| You run with me
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| You won’t be free
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| Why don’t you see
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| It’s not a dream
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| No turning back
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| Run with the pack
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| Nowhere to hide
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| So run with pride
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| You run with me
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| You won’t be free
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| So now you run, run, run…
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| Run with the pack |