| Midnight strikes we’re on our own, watching our TV
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| The moon is full, our claws come out, blame it on biology
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| The man from New York City, said he’s gonna make us huge
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| But a tweak for fun, yeah a loaded gun, darling what’s the use?
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| Singing we don’t need your silver bullet
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| We don’t need your silver bullet
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| We don’t need your hard attempt to turn us into somebody else, yeah
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| We don’t need your stupid bullet, anyways
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| Alright
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| Juvenile behavior, do my antics make you scared?
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| We were looking for a savior, but our heroes never cared
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| You’re saving up your stockpile, to fight off werewolf youth
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| You’re saving up your stockpile, but we can take the abuse
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| Alright
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| Singing we don’t need your silver bullet
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| We don’t need your silver bullet
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| We don’t need your hard attempt to turn us into somebody else, yeah
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| We don’t need your stupid bullet, anyways
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| So don’t shoot
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| Singing, we don’t need your silver bullet
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| We don’t need your silver bullet
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| We don’t need your hard attempt to turn us into somebody else, yeah
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| We don’t need your stupid bullet, anyways
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| It goes bang, (don't shoot, don’t shoot)
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| It goes bang, (don't shoot, don’t shoot)
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| It goes bang, bang, bang, (don't shoot, don’t shoot)
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| It goes bang, bang, bang, bang, (don't shoot, don’t shoot) |