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You can see my eyes are lupine |
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The liquid golden fires glare |
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My loping walk, my slinking spine |
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Are signs that there is something there |
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The way my nostrils flare for odour |
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The way my ears prick up for sound |
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My hair's electrically aware |
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Tells me things for miles around |
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I am a man-wolf, I am a wolf man |
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I have half a canine mind |
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I have half the mind of a man |
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I am neither of one kind |
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Maybe it was only an hallucination |
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I'm no stranger to such things |
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I made a thorough investigation |
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The image had a power that clings |
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To my jaded imagination |
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My brain has found the bells it rings |
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Like a wolf my wilful loafing |
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My languishing alone in my lair |
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Where you will never hear me laughing |
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I'm half in love with dark and despair |
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The Moon's a howling, mouth of mercury |
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Quicksilver quivering in the sky |
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It echoes like a cave of chromium |
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That'll vacuum up my soul when I die |
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I am a wolf man, I am a man-wolf |
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A freak, a fiend, a figment of mind |
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A species of the steppes and city |
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I am neither of one kind |
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Dissolving in the slendour of this desolation |
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The forest has been filled by a fog |
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Exactly a description of my isolation |
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I made a note of it in my log |
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To the secret of all creation |
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I follow my own trail like a dog |
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I am a wolf man, |
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Who walks alone in the gas lamp shadows of the streets at night |
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I am a man-wolf upright on two feet in the city, |
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Dressed sombrely as a man, |
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I am a wolf man |
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Under skies heavy with snow, |
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My eyes are convex lenses of ebony, embedded in amber, |
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I am a man-wolf |
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The fat bourgeois and his doppelganger, |
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Are buried in their solid glare |
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Twin specimens of insect, set for display |
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I am a wolf-man, |
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The man in me would kill the wolf |
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I am a man-wolf, |
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The wolf in me would eat the man |
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I am a wolf man, |
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Who despises the strivings of common men |
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I am a man-wolf |
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Who sees them at work, |
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At their daily tasks at factories and office desk |
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Who watches them at evening, |
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Elbows lift at tavern tables, heads lolling in song |
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Und ich weiss nicht was ich sagen solle (Zargonzoi) |
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I saw a neon sign reflected |
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In a pool of liquid sky |
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It was not what I expected, |
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I was only walking by |
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The sign said "To the Magic Theatre" |
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It is not for everyone |
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It is but for madmen only, |
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the first performance has begun |
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I looked up to see that notice |
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Where the lights were shining from |
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Nothing but blank wall was there |
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And their reflection too was gone |
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Maybe it was only an hallucination |
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I'm no stranger to such things |
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I made a thorough investigation |
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The image had a power that clings |
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To my jaded imagination |
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My brain has found the bell it rings |