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Song Of The Wolf
I think I've seen you somewhere
I don't remember where
it must have been among the woods
or in my precious lonely dreams
your figure so familiar
the wind blows whispering secret
as I'm walking in the dirt
like barefoot tired and wondering why
the moon shows it's dark side
it's cold and there's no light
big clouds full of mystery
the way you look tonight
makes me cry
makes me cry
and all your joy means nothing
it's only sham and it's a shame
it really tells me nothing
can't cope with fashion, crowds and feign
my rapture is my breathing
my life just poetry to you
it's silence I rejoice in
cringing I won't waste my time
so watch me, here I'm standing
truly there's nothing left
there's nothing left but heaven above
and, mother, that's strong will to cry
makes me cry
makes me cry
the approaching of the hour
the approaching of the hour
the hour is hours
...how came the hour is ours?
how came?
once born and crashed on waves of misery
you've never known for all we care
sweet, bitter, salty or just growing old?
you've never cared for all we know
once born and crashed on waves of misery
you've never known for all we care
sweet, bitter, salty or just losing faith?
you've never cared for all we know
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you've never cared for all we know
sweet, bitter, salty or just losing faith?
you've never known for all we care
once born and crashed on waves of misery
you've never cared for all we know
sweet, bitter, salty or just growing old?
you've never known for all we care
once born and crashed on waves of misery
how came?
...how came the hour is ours?
the hour is hours
the approaching of the hour
the approaching of the hour
makes me cry
makes me cry
and, mother, that's strong will to cry
there's nothing left but heaven above
truly there's nothing left
so watch me, here I'm standing
cringing I won't waste my time
it's silence I rejoice in
my life just poetry to you
my rapture is my breathing
can't cope with fashion, crowds and feign
it really tells me nothing
it's only sham and it's a shame
and all your joy means nothing
makes me cry
makes me cry
the way you look tonight
big clouds full of mystery
it's cold and there's no light
the moon shows it's dark side
like barefoot tired and wondering why
as I'm walking in the dirt
the wind blows whispering secret
your figure so familiar
or in my precious lonely dreams
it must have been among the woods
I don't remember where
I think I've seen you somewhere
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| SSong OOf TThe WWolf |
| ong f he olf |
| oSng fO hTe oWlf |
| zong kf fhe aolf |
| zSong kOf fThe aWolf |
| Szong Okf Tfhe Waolf |
| wong 9f 5he 3olf |
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| wSong 9Of 5The 3Wolf |
| Swong O9f T5he W3olf |
| dong 0f hhe dolf |
| dSong 0Of hThe dWolf |
| Sdong O0f Thhe Wdolf |
| eong lf yhe eolf |
| eSong lOf yThe eWolf |
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| Seong Olf Tyhe Weolf |
| xong if 6he solf |
| xSong iOf 6The sWolf |
| Sxong Oif T6he Wsolf |
| aong Off ghe 2olf |
| aSong O gThe 2Wolf |
| Saong Of Tghe W2olf |
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| Soong Oc rhe qolf |
| Sng Ocf rThe qWolf |
| Snog Ofc Trhe Wqolf |
| Skng Or Woolf |
| Skong Orf Te Wlf |
| Sokng Ofr Teh Wlof |
| S9ng Og Tje Wklf |
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| S9ong Ogf Tjhe Wkolf |
| So9ng Ofg Thje Woklf |
| S0ng Ot Tue W9lf |
| S0ong Otf Tuhe W9olf |
| So0ng Oft Thue Wo9lf |
| Slng Ov Tne W0lf |
| Slong Ovf Tnhe W0olf |
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| Solng Ofv Thne Wo0lf |
| Sing Od Tbe Wllf |
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