The Werewolf Songtext

Luke Buda

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The Werewolf Songtext
It's a myth that you get any smarter

When you finally grow up

I used to carry quite a fine conversation

I used to make up my mind


Now everytime I try to speak

Well I, I laugh at every word

And all the songs that I can sing

They are the worst I've ever heard



It's just a waste that it takes this long

Before we figure out

That this is it babe

Nothing more to it

You get up
And then you lie back down



And the all the hours in between are just the spittle on your screen

You say this never was your dream

That's why you're howling at the moon



Ahhhh-whooooooooooooooooooooooo

Ahhhh-whooooooooooooooooooooooo ooooooooooooooooooooooh
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