Wolves

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Well it's a perfect situation 
            E
for anyone in question
E                   F#m      
The logic just escapes me, the 
 B            A       E
moment my head blows off
E                          F#m   
It was a lovely Friday evening, 
    B            E
with lovely fellow heathens
E                            F#m 
And darlin I don't know the 
           B            A       E
reasons, that drinking always leads 
to sex

      A                            
But I don't want this atmosphere to
 E
 stay
            A                      
When you gave a part of me 
 E
willingly away
    C#m
Sometimes in the pitch of night
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     F#m                       
I hear the wolves, I think they 
          B
might be coming to take me away
E
Aoooooooooooooooooooooo



A Christian reputation, distorts the
 mind's persuasion
No vices or perversions, could 
barricade the holy gates
My mother, she will say why son, my 
father, he won't say nothin
And we will all avoid explaining, 
the darkness inside my heart

But I don't want this atmosphere to 
stay
When you gave a part of me willingly
 away
Sometimes in the pitch of night
I hear the wolves, I think they 
might be coming
To take me away
E
Aoooooooooooooooooooooo
E
Aoooooooooooooooooooooo
F#m
Aoooooooooooooooooooooo
B                           E
Aoooooooooooooooooooooo