| Ever since the day
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| She was born when she steps into night
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| Please be warned
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| She’s marked by an unusual grin
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| And tried very hard not to give in
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| The night begins to crawl
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| Something calls her name
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| I howl at the moon
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| She apologized for misbehaving
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| But her brain cells were rearranging
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| When the night calls in an abstruse way
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| Her reflection starts to sway
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| The night begins to crawl
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| Something calls her name
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| I howl at the moon
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| And so sh gave…
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| She gave into tars
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| Lost and lonely
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| Hanging out with hounds
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| With undeniably viscous tricks to play
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| Changing so quickly
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| Her chains are undone
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| Asking herself
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| «Just what have I become?»
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| When every night
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| I howl at the moon! |