| Hear the wolf at the door
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| Claws scratching the paint
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| See his breath on the glass
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| Snout pressed to the pane
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| Who’s teaching the class?
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| Every lesson in vain
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| It ain’t safe no more
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| There’s no getting away
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| Seen Heaven and Hell
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| Felt pleasure and pain
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| Lies we tell to ourselves
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| We can never explain
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| Snakes talking with forked tongue
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| Mention my name
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| Who’s out in the cold?
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| Who’s left in the rain?
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| Trying hard to embody the projected image
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| Dealing with philosophy and metaphysics
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| I heard so many claim to be the best who ever did it
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| My main concern is how the heck I’m meant to make a living
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| My rhyme’s timeless
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| Mumm-Ra, everliving
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| I fight tooth and nail to the finish, never give in
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| I’m an intrepid explorer on an expedition
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| Digging for them artefacts to bring them back for exhibition
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| What’s the meaning of life?
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| What’s your definition?
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| What’s the end goal, brother?
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| What’s your
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| 15 minutes with your face up on that television?
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| Shout as loud as you like
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| But they don’t ever listen
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| With no ink in my pen now
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| I’m drying out
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| No tears, dry your eyes
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| No crying now
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| No justice, no peace
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| I ain’t lying down
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| Stand up, fight for your freedom, blud
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| The time is now
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| Hear the wolf at the door
|
| Claws scratching the paint
|
| See his breath on the glass
|
| Snout pressed to the pane
|
| Who’s teaching the class?
|
| Every lesson in vain
|
| It ain’t safe no more
|
| There’s no getting away
|
| We seen Heaven and Hell
|
| Felt pleasure and pain
|
| Lies we tell to ourselves
|
| We can never explain
|
| Snakes talking with forked tongue
|
| Mention my name
|
| Who’s out in the cold?
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| Who’s left in the rain? |