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The Wolf Pack Rides The Night
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Her name is Ramona, she comes from Pomona
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Her old man's name is Spider, he's a real low rider
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Roaring down the freeway, never countin up the days
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Racing for tomorrow, aint got time for sorrow
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In a pack that rides the night, some say its a frightful sight
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Skull and cross bones on their back, known to all as the wolf pack
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And just like the knights of old
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The wolf pack rides the night
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Days go by turn into years, never countin up the tears
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Movin, drinkin stayin high, never askin how or why
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Got no home stay on the road, live their life by there on code
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Don't look back, live for today, for them its the only way
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In a pack that rides the night, some say its a frightful sight
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Skull and cross bones on their back, known to all as the wolf pack
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And just like the nights of old
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The wolf pack rides the night
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And just like the knights of old
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The wolf pack rides the night
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The Wolf Pack Rides The Night
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| Simon Stokes |
