| Caught in shadow
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| Hidden low away from the sun
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| In the silence
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| Where the safety is found
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| Beneath the stones,
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| Within the soil,
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| In the warmth of the ground
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| They rest their weary heads
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| From dust until dawn
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| But as the day breaks,
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| She climbs upstairs
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| Though the fear surrounds
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| The taste of the air
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| And sudden shapes just
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| Quickly appear
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| On the northern hill
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| Not far from here
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| And all those greedy eyes
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| And all their eager sighs
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| As all their howls raised her scare
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| Setting off
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| No time to spare
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| Her sentence was clear
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| As all their eyes of lust
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| That held her so dear
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| Oh, you hear them howl
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| As they come through the woods
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| Muddy trails and rugged trees and the light in her eyes
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| She slowly ran along as fast as she could
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| Beyond the rural safety just too old to supply
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| She just ran and ran as fast as she could
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| And all those greedy eyes
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| And all their eager sighs
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| As all their howls raised her scare
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| Setting off
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| No time to spare
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| Her sentence was clear
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| As all their eyes of lust
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| That held her so dear
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| Oh, you hear them howl
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| As they come through the woods
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| They closing in on your path
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| They are drawn to your blood
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| Crimson patterns resurrected
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| On that torn old wooden floor
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| She gets forced my their hatred
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| Deep in behind those well-locked doors
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| And they’ll howl, howl
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| Yes, they’ll howl, howl
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| Jaws are fighting for that pleasure
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| Dark breath so far from grace
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| Until all of her is wasted
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| Crooked, silent there she lay
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| And they’ll howl, howl
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| Yes, they’ll howl, howl, howl
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| Oh, you hear them howl
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| As they come through the woods
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| They closing in on your path
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| They are drawn to your blood |