| In the wilderness, you run 'til you scream
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| (The boy and the gun, boy and the gun.)
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| You lay on spruce bows and you drink from the stream
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| (The boy and the gun, boy and the gun.)
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| You’ve seen the future go from good to obscene
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| (The boy and the gun, boy and the gun.)
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| Your K9 senses leave a scent on the trees
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| (The boy and the gun, boy and the gun.)
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| Your stone age instinct knows the winter is here
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| (The boy and the fox, boy and the fox.)
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| Cat got snowshoes dragged away in the clear
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| (The boy and the fox, boy and the fox.)
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| Beaver pelt offerings to show you’re sincere
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| (The boy and the fox, boy and the fox.)
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| In minus 40, air is perfectly clear
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| (The boy and the fox, boy and the fox.)
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| Shoot 'em my boy, Shoot 'em my boy
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| (Shoot 'em my boy, Shoot 'em my boy.)
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| Shoot 'em my boy, Shoot 'em my boy
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| (Shoot 'em my boy, Shoot 'em my boy.)
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| Shoot 'em my boy, Shoot 'em my boy
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| (Shoot 'em my boy, Shoot 'em my boy.)
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| Shoot 'em my boy, Shoot 'em my boy
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| (Shoot 'em my boy, Shoot 'em my boy.)
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| The fall is coming and the lichens rejoice |
| (The twig & the tree, twig & the tree.)
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| The intensity of hunger leaves you without a choice
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| (The twig & the tree, twig & the tree.)
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| You touch the berries to your lips for the moist
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| (The twig & the tree, twig & the tree.)
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| The tired moonlight speaks to your inner voice
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| (The twig & the tree, twig & the tree)
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| Shoot 'em my boy, Shoot 'em my boy
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| (Shoot 'em my boy, Shoot 'em my boy.)
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| Shoot 'em my boy, Shoot 'em my boy
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| (Shoot 'em my boy, Shoot 'em my boy.)
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| Shoot 'em my boy, Shoot 'em my boy
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| (Shoot 'em my boy, Shoot 'em my boy.)
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| Shoot 'em my boy, Shoot 'em my boy
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| (Shoot 'em my boy, Shoot 'em my boy.)
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| Aaah, aah, This is where he almost died
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| Aaah, aah, This is where he almost died
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| Aaah, aah, This is where he almost died
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| Aaah, aah, This is where he almost died |