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He's the wolf screaming lonely in the night |
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He's the blood stain on the stage |
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He's the tear in your eye been tempted by his lie |
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He's the knife in your back, he's rage |
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He's the razor to the knife |
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Oh, lonely is our lives |
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My heads spinnin' round and round |
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But in the seasons of wither |
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We'll stand and deliver |
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Be strong and laugh and |
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Shout, shout, shout |
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Shout at the devil |
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He'll be the love in your eyes |
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He'll be the blood between your thighs |
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And then have you cry for more |
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He'll put strength to the test |
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He'll put the thrill back in bed |
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Sure you've heard it all before |
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He'll be the risk in the kiss |
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Might be anger on your lips |
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Might run scared for the door |
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But in seasons of wither |
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We'll stand and deliver |
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Be strong and laugh and |
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Shout, shout, shout |
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Shout at the devil |
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He'll be the love in your eyes |
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He'll be the blood between your thighs |
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And then have you cry for more |
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He'll put strength to the test |
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He'll put the thrill back in bed |
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Sure you've heard it all before |
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He'll be the risk in the kiss |
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Might be anger on your lips |
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Might run scared for the door |
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But in seasons of wither |
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We'll stand and deliver |
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Be strong and laugh and |
