| I’m a dead man, wide awake
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| With a red hand and blood to pay
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| Burdened down by the weight of tomorrow
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| Cut the chord, man, tell me straight
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| Are you hunter, or are you bait?
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| Will your knife cut straight as an arrow?
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| Though my feet may rest, anxious eyes, they open
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| Feel it in my chest, the nature of wolf inside
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| You’re a dead man, settled fate
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| The price on your head will pave my way
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| A cold stiff at the end of a long haul
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| A lone life is one I know, and state of broken hope
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| Only time I’m not alone is when you haunt me in my home
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| Though my feet may rest, anxious eyes, they open
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| Feel it in my chest, the nature of wolf inside
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| Though my feet may rest, anxious eyes, they open
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| Feel it in my chest, the nature of wolf inside |