| When I was a child with hair so bright
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| I heard of a story of wolves
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| In the Prussian woods
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| The last wolf was shot
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| At least this is what I’ve been told
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| At the end of the village
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| There was a house so weak
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| With a wooden door painted black
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| A man lived there with grayish hair
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| A fool, they said, be aware
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| A man lived there with grayish hair
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| A fool, they said, be aware
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| In the daytime he never ever spoke a word
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| In the common places never be seen
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| But at night, whn passing his house secretly
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| You can har him talking unreal
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| One night I dreamt a wolf would cross his garden
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| And suddenly jump over the fence
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| With he was looking towards me
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| In a second he will flee
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| With he was looking towards me
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| In a second he will flee
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| I ask my neighbor about the grayish man
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| But he just refused to tell
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| This man is so weird
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| He will never drink or share in the habits of all
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| Except the people who would buy his carvings
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| His figures, they seemed so real
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| The dice, as if they were piercing right through you
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| Through your heart and your soul
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| The dice, as if they were piercing right through you
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| Through your heart and your soul
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| I stabbed my name
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| Talking about his father
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| Who strangely died years ago
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| He died in his sleep
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| But crying out loud
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| I swear it went right through
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| He was the hunter who shot the last wolf
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| Falling astray, year after year
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| He shot down the wolf, with a single bullet
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| He said it went right through
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| He shot down the wolf, with a single bullet
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| He said it went right through
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| Strangely, he couldn’t find his corpse
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| Just a carving on the ground
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| And I wonder
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| Oh I wonder why
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| His body was never found
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| They call him a liar
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| Though the wolf was gone
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| And nobody had to fear
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| But I wonder
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| Oh I wonder why
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| His body was never found
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| And I wonder
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| Oh I wonder why
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| His body was never found
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| When I was child with hair so bright
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| I heard of a story of old
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| In the Prussian woods
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| The wolf was shot
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| At least this is what I’ve been told |