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There were wolves lying the dark |
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As she was raining sparks into the room like that |
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She was dancing in a neon cave with a tilted smile and a lover's laugh |
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Embossed upon her in the darkness |
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Like a light at the edge of night beside her |
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And as the drugs get in their heads they growl and circle at the edge beside her |
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There are wolves lying in the dark and so she rises up like a butterfly |
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She's still spinning in a scarlet dress and though the music stops and though the echoes die |
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She carries unknown things inside her like old volumes they will never read without her |
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And as the moves get in their heads they know that they don't know something without her |
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There were wolves |
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There are wolves hiding in the woods and they can smell the blood on the summer air |
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And they run beneath a million stars and in a million taxis and they're going where |
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They drink their beer from plastic glasses 'til they find the words to make the first move |
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And when the fear dissolves itself they find the means to execute the first move |
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There were wolves |
