| I’m tearing London limb from limb
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| It’s tearing me apart, but it’s us or them
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| So howl at the moon, oh how can it be
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| The softer the skin, the sharper the teeth
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| Yeah!
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| So call the nurse, 'cause it’s worse when I’m alone
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| I’ve fallen prey to a curse I can’t disown
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| Is it all in my head?
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| Blood on the hands of a man so filled with doubt
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| But this is love I just can’t live without
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| (Despite the toll of the dead)
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| So howl at the moon, oh how can it be
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| The softer the skin the sharper the teeth
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| With nowhere to go, nothing to believe
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| I’m counting on beauty to kill off the beast
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| You bit off more than you could chew
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| But you taste too good to be true
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| Safe in my arms you will lay, cause every dog has its day
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| (Dog has its day)
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| So howl at the moon, oh how can it be
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| The softer the skin the sharper the teeth
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| With nowhere to go, nothing to believe
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| I’m counting on beauty to kill off the beast
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| So howl at the moon, oh how can it be (Oh how can it be)
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| The softer the skin the sharper the teeth
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| With nowhere to go, nothing to believe (nothing to believe)
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| I’m counting on beauty to kill off the beast
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| Now it’s time to put me down |