You can see my eyes are lupine
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The liquid golden fires glare
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My loping walk, my slinking spine
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Are signs that there is something there
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The way my nostrils flare for odours
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The way my ears prick up for sound
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My hair's electrically aware
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Tells me things for miles around
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I am a man-wolf, I am a wolf man
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I have half a canine mind
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I have half the mind of man
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I am neither of one kind
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Maybe it was only an hallucination
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I'm no stranger to such things
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I made a thorough investigation
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The image had a power that clings
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To my jaded imagination
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My brain has found the bells it rings
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Like a wolf my wilful loafing
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My languishing alone in my lair
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Where you will never hear me laughing
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I'm half in love with dark and despair
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The Moon's a howling, mouth of mercury
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Quicksilver quivering in the sky
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It echoes like a cave of chromium
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That'll vacuum up my soul when I die
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I am a wolf man, I am a man-wolf
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A freak, a fiend, a figment of mind
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A species of the steppes and city
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I am neither of one kind
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Dissolving in the slendour of this desolation
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The forest has been filled by a fog
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Exactly a description of my isolation
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I made a note of it in my log
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To the secret of all creation
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I follow my own trail like a dog
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I am a wolf man who walks alone in the gas lamp
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Shadows of the streets at night
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I am a man-wolf upright on two feet in the
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city dressed somberly as a man
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I am a wolf man under skies heavy with snow
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My eyes are convex lenses of ebony embedded
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in amber
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I am a man-wolf
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The fat bourgeois and his dopple ganger
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are buried in their solid glare
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Twin specimens of insect set for display
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I am a man-wolf, the man in me would kill the wolf
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I am a wolf man, the wolf in me would eat the man
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I am a wolf man, who despises the striving of common men
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Who sees them at work, at their daily tasks
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at factories and office desk
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Who watches them at evening, elbows lift at tavern tables,
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heads lolling in song
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Ich weiss nicht wat ik zagen zollen
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I saw a neon sign reflected in a pool of liquid sky
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It was not what I expected I was only walking by
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The sign said "to the magic theatre"
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It is not for everyone
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It is but for madmen only, the first performance has begun
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I looked up to see that notice where the lights were
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shining from
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Nothing but blank wall was there
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and their reflection too was gone
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Maybe it was only an hallucination
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I'm no stranger to such things
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I made a thorough investigation
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The image had a power that clings
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To my jaded imagination
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My brain has found the bell it rings
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Steppenwolf
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| Hawkwind |
