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I tire of sheepish; admire the wolf.I don't care if it's lonely, I must become so wholly wolvish; naturally free.Wolvish; eerily calm in lunacy.The feelings I get when I witness injusticeFeel the same as when viewing a mountain range.And when questioning how man forms mal-intentI wonder "Might refuge exist for estranged?"I tire of sheepish; admire the wolf.I don't care if it's lonely, I must become so wholly wolvish; naturally free.Wolvish; eerily calm in lunacy.I must goOff alone in wildWhere I just might escape my restraints.But what of the other?Could I endure the cold thought ofNever seeing her 'gain?Though there is madness here,She is least one shining brillianceTo challenge the splendour of that glorious mountain range.Letras de cancionesA care so tender it gets me rethinkingMy hopeless appraisals of our society.Oh, could I endure a life lived without her, in the wild?(Oh, could you be wolvish?Oh, could you become wholly the wolvish?)Would it be selfish,Or best for us all,If I become soWholly the wolvish one? From Letras Mania