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I am expelled from my castle, |
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opportunist of the forest, |
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my surname is predator, |
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king written on my chest. |
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Bloodhounds are unleashed again, |
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I run on twigs, claws of my paws in the sand |
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Shoot me down, who is the hunter then? |
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So I escape with mud stains on my white socks |
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today my name is fox. |
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Admiring cunning and trickery, |
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hurt and deeply scarred. |
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Reckless and carefree |
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but afraid in the dark. |
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So I escape with mud stains on my white socks |
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today my name is fox. |
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Admiring cunning and trickery, |
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hurt and deeply scarred. |
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Reckless and carefree |
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but afraid in the dark. |
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So I escape with mud stains on my white socks |
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today my name is fox. |
