| Oh Annie, I am sorry for the grief
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| Young sister to my lover, I know you both would rather be
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| On that rough road through the woods of Michigan
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| Young and free and building something on the land
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| Where ya howl at the moon
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| It’ll cost you, but not enough to bring you down
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| That’s been my lesson, ever since you drove me ‘round
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| Be a fighter, like the elders who have cried
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| «Oh Mercy, we will not be satisfied, ‘til we are free
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| To howl at the moon, one and all.»
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| ‘Til we are free, to howl at the moon, one and all
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| I found her dancing, but I could not dance along
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| I found her singing, but I could not sing the song
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| Being happy was not a promise I could keep
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| In spite of all that, she has tried to deliver me
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| So, we are free, to howl at the moon, one and all
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| Oh Mystery, won’t you please deliver me
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| From this body of pain, that I give into every day
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| With my mind and my breath, any fight that I have left
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| I found myself on the streets of this college town
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| Yearn for youth, but all I do is limp around
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| I’m the fool who wants to wear that fickle crown
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| She says, «Let ‘em have it, let those kids fight to be found!
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| ‘Til they are free to howl at the moon
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| To fight, ‘til we’re all free to howl at the moon
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| One and all.» |