| Packed her life in a bag
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| Sucking deep on a fag
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| Said goodbye to the mirror
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| Threw her keys in the river
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| And ran along
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| Took the train to the city
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| Had her grandmothers beauty
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| Got the luckiest of breaks
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| Spotted buying a rake for herself
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| In the garden center
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| Bring down those darkest years
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| Bring down the chandeliers
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| We’ll take you on at your game
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| Let the wolves howl at the moon
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| Let the wolves howl at the moon
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| For the end, it comes so soon
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| Let the wolves howl at the moon
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| Little by little
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| Took that road to the middle
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| No more peripheral vision
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| Now she’s on television
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| Making light of her past excesses
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| Bring down the chandeliers
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| Bring down these darkest years
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| We’ll take you on at your game
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| Let the wolves howl at the moon
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| Let the wolves howl at the moon
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| For the end, it comes so soon
|
| Let the wolves howl at the moon
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| Let the wolves howl at the moon
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| Let the wolves howl at the moon
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| For the end, it comes so soon
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| Let the wolves howl at the moon |