Wolves
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I stumble when I'm walking; lose control of my feet.
And I don't give a damn about the people I meet.
'Cause I'm hurt, and I'm tired, and I'm sick of the light.
It never brought warmth; it just taught me to spite.
And there's nothing left here,
but a black heart that won't clear.
And no one gives in when the end is drawing near.
So, what's the point of talking?
There is nothing to say.
Lead me to the wolves, Love, so we can both play.
Our conversation is better this way.
Please don't ever come home if you can't stay.
'Cause this is the first time and hopefully it will be the last time.
Take me to the cleaners;
I want everything washed.
From my head to my toes,
to whatever I've lost.
'Cause I'm sick of drinking, smoking, and pretending I'm fine.
Don't ask me how my day was 'cause you know that I'm lying.
And there's nothing left here,
but a black heart that won't clear.
'Cause no one gives in when the end is drawing near.
So, what's the point of talking?
There is nothing to say.
Lead me to the wolves, Love, so we can both play.
Our conversation is better this way.
Please don't ever come home if you can't stay.
Oh, stay. Don't stay. Don't stay.
I'm still good for you.
My darling says, "My body rumbles when I go."
So, what's the point of talking?
There is nothing to say.
Lead me to the wolves, Love, so we can both play.
Our conversation is better this way.
Please don't ever come home if you can't stay.
'Cause this is the first time and hopefully it will be the last time.
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