Oh, oh oh
Whoa there's nothing to be scared
Oh Oh Oh
Whoa there's nothing to be scared of
Tonight I got you running in my mind
Lord I got you hanging on a line
Go to sleep on a rotten bed
A lone, lonely night
Lord, my god, you're running out of time
Whoa oh oh oh
Oh, there's nothing to be scared of
Tonight the wolves the cry in the night
Sleeping in the cold,
I was clutching on a knife
Lord I got you running through my mind
Lord I know they're running out of time.
The wolf cries out
She needs me now
Black bear growls
Need you now
I need you now
Whoa, ohhh,
There's nothing to be scared of tonight

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