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The Arcadian Wild
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Wolves of the Revolution
There was blood in the air I was on all fours, screaming life isn't fair Break down these walls As our marksmen hit their mark And the cloaks of justice are only cloaks after all
Born young and wild Don't let them cut your tail Just a pinch of salt in the wound, you'll be fine One last lifeline, I'm hanging high
Stay awake, oh, from the wolves you run, barefoot Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com With their libellous, venomous words they shoot Pulled and panicked, the door is locked You're trapped inside of your own heart It's a spectators sport, just play your part
Born young and wild Don't let them cut your tail Just a pinch of salt in the wound, you'll be fine One last lifeline, I'm hanging high
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