[Sinner]
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Creepin' round and lean from the woods
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Italian word he was lupo manaro
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And every month on a certain night
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He went through changes
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The full moon rises, he's gettin' nervous
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Tension is growin', he's gettin' vicious
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It's no wonder with hair growing everywhere
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The acts of insanity
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It's no delusion, no halluciation...
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And adventure
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Pressure is rising, he's in need of satisfaction
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He walks through purgatory to run with the devil
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[Chorus:]
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It's in his zodiac
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He is a maniac
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A crying bull, a lupo manaro
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It's in his zodiac
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He is a maniac
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A wild beast, a lupo manaro
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The next day when he wakes up
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And blood is on his face
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He don't remember where he's been
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But he's seen the bloody trace
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And next month, there comes a day
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The full moon rises, he's gettin' nervous again
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[Chorus]
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Lupo Manaro
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| Sinner |
