I got a wolf's mouth
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And it suits me
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I chew the sides out
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With my sharp teeth
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I cut my tongue up
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I make my gums bleed
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I scare the people
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That pay to see me
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When I sing
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And I saw a white steam
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Above your blue face
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It makes my hands hot
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It makes my lips bake
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And the sweat just makes my shirt stick
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To that scratch across my ribs
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That space where you fell from
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And I never sewn up since
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I'm trailing off again
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And the strain just makes my face tic
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And it messes with my head
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That space you tore open
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Well, I've had sealing it
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Wolf's Mouth
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| Kevin Devine |
