| We live or we kill
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| And we kill to live
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| We live or we kill
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| And we kill to live
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| Crawl along with me into savage memories
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| Where we hunt until dawn while mortals count sheep
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| Taking form against flames, I can still hear the screams echoing
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| When the moonlight fades away
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| And I shapeshift back to me
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| Oh, what I would not trade
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| For just one more night, one more night
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| To be changed
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| We live or we kill
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| And we kill to live
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| We live or we kill
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| And we kill to live
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| Reach into the past for a moment here with me
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| When fangs would emerge, when vision would blur
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| When we lived for the kill without hope for the cure
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| From the beast
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| When the moonlight fades away
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| And I shapeshift back to me
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| Oh, what I would not trade
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| For just one more night, one more night
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| To be changed
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| We dined with the wolves in the shapes of men
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| We joined in the hunger, the feast of dens (Shapeshift to me)
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| You howled at the thought and before you knew
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| The spirit still lives inside of you, too
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| When the moonlight fades away
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| And I shapeshift back to me
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| Oh, what I would not trade
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| For just one more night, one more night
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| To be changed
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| One more night to be changed |