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Sheepskin coming off. Oh, Lord, I'm a wolf. I thirst and crave but I can't seem to get enough. The full moon down secret streets, above your house, smiling. I've no idea why I am here--just gut instinct. I know you try to sleep, but you've got no bones. You've got cold feet. All the warmth and blood you want so bad is here with me. The moon's listening. I hear it, too. Wind through windows, into your room. It's noise, it's noise, a still small voice, still wanting you. There's a voice outside your window. From Letras Mania