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Midnight-can you hear the wolves are howling |
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No light- but the evil ones ore prowling |
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Pitch black - and their wicked eyes are on you |
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They attack - 'cause there's nowhere they can find you |
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Swirling you round, taking you down |
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You're the chosen one |
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You're looking back, you left your track |
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So now you run with the pack |
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Run with the pack |
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Screaming wind - from the valley of the dead |
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They'll win - the soul from you of which they led |
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They lie - but you listen just the same |
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You cry - but now tell me who's to blame |
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Swirling you round, taking you down |
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You're the chosen one |
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You're looking back, you left your track |
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So now you run with the pack |
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Run with the pack |
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Midnight - can you hear the wolves are howling |
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No light - but the evil ones are prowling |
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Screaming wind - from the valley of the dead |
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They'll win-the soul from you of which they led |
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Swirling you round, taking you down |
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You're the chosen one |
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You're looking back, you left your track |
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So now you run with the pack |
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Nowhere to hide |
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So run with pride |
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You run with me |
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You won't be free |
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Why don't you see |
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It's not a dream |
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No turning back |
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Run with the pack |
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Nowhere to hide |
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So run with pride |
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You run with me |
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You won't be free |
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So now you run, run, run... |
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Run with the pack |
