| Mama, there’s wolves in the house
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| Mama, they won’t let me out
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| Mama, they’re mating at night
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| Mama, they won’t make nice
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| They’re pacing and glowing bright
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| Their faces all snowy and white
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| Bury their paws in the stone
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| They make for my heart as their home
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| They tumble and fight
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| And they’re beautiful
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| On the hilltops at night
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| They are beautiful
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| Blazing with light
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| Is the whitest and the tallest and the biggest one
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| She’s muscled and fine
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| When she hunts
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| They’re tearing up holes in the house
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| They’re tearing their claws in the ground
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| They’re staring with blood in their mouths
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| Mama, they won’t let me out
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| They tumble and fight
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| And they’re beautiful
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| On the hilltops at night
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| They are beautiful
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| Blazing with light
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| Is the whitest and the tallest and the biggest one
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| All muscled and fine
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| When she runs
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| Mama, there’s wolves in the house
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| Mama, I tried to put them out
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| And, Mama, I know you’re too wise
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| To wait till those wolves make nice |