The Wolf
bela zaremba
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I hear a whisper
In my head
I breathe what I said
And find new roads
My feelings sharp
Pieces of me
There is no sound
On this dark street
Gold in front of me
Grasping so tight
To the end of the rope
Waiting is over
Thrills are real
Auuuuuh
The wolf on the top of the
Hill
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Waiting is over
Thrills are real
The wolf on the top of the
Hill
Uneasy looks
Lungs under pressure
Cheeks slowly blaze
I feel my skeleton
Tall me who am I?
Seeking my own place
Howling through the night
Crawling through the day
Gold in front of me
Grasping so tight
To the end of the rope
Waiting is over
Thrills are real
The wolf on the top of the
Hill
Waiting is over
Thrills are real
The wolf on the top of the
Hill