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In the timbers to fennario, the wolves are running round, |
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The winter was so hard and cold, froze ten feet 'neath the ground. |
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Don't murder me, i beg of you, don't murder me. please, don't murder me. |
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I sat down to my supper, 'twas a bottle of red whisky, |
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I said my prayers and went to bed, that's the last they saw of me. |
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Don't murder me, i beg of you, don't murder me. please, don't murder me. |
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When i awoke, the dire wolf, six hundred pounds of sin, |
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Was grinning at my window, all i said was "come on in". |
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Don't murder me, i beg of you, don't murder me. please, don't murder me. |
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The wolf came in, i got my cards, we sat down for a game. |
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I cut my deck to the queen of spades, but the cards were all the same. |
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Don't murder me, i beg of you, don't murder me. please, don't murder me. |
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In the backwash of fennario, the black and bloody mire, |
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The dire wolf collects his dues, while the boys sing 'round the fire. |
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Don't murder me, i beg of you, don't murder me. please, don't murder me. |
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No, no, no don't murder me. i beg of you, |
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Don't murder me. please, don't murder me. |
