| Wolf parading in sheepskin
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| Held together by a safety pin
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| Won’t give up—Can't give in
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| Hear the reapers violin
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| Dug my grave but filled it in
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| Won’t give up—Can't give in—Nope!
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| Pleasure turns to pain—but I won’t abstain
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| Never hesitate—just intoxicate
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| Don’t wanna take it slow—pick up the tempo
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| We’re gonna push it as far as it goes!
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| What is luck when you don’t give a fuck?
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| What is luck when you don’t give a fuck?
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| Spiral deep inside—where the fears reside
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| No pulling back—when it all goes black
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| My visions blurred—and my voice unheard
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| So if you feel me then keep screaming these words!
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| What is luck when you don’t give a fuck?
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| What is luck when you don’t give a fuck?
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| Why does it feel like I can’t keep myself…
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| From falling down?
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| How am I slowly drowning away…
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| With my feet on solid ground?
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| Even when the odds are on my side…
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| I’m taken all bets against myself
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| Held down by these hands of doubt. |
| maybe, I don’t know…
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| …seems like I’m lost in someone else
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| I can’t stand it—but I demand it
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| Misery is the mistress of love
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| It’s long gone—I still hold on
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| The momentum of misfortune
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| I know what it like to be lost, going nowhere…
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| In familiar parts of town!
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| I’ve been so high, I did not not know if I…
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| Would ever come back down!
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| Pleasure turns to pain—but I won’t abstain
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| Never hesitate—just intoxicate
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| Don’t wanna take it slow—pick up the tempo
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| We’re gonna push it as far as it goes!
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| Move to the rhythm of your love! |