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In the morning, I'll be rising, I'll be waking with the sun Gearing for the road, to pack my bags, and then to run And I'm not speaking, 'cause the perfect words, I always lack In the morning I'll be rising, running, and never coming back And I'm not waiting for the wolves to drag my body I'm not waiting for the wolves And I'm not waiting for the wolves to rip my heart out I'm not waiting for the wolves In the evening, I'll be resting, warmed by the Autumn harvest moon And I'll be curing my disease, 'cause to you, I'm now immune Searching for a reason, 'cause one never did appear In the evening, I'll be resting, dreaming of another year And I'm not waiting for the wolves to drag my body I'm not waiting for the wolves And I'm not waiting for the wolves to rip my heart out I'm not waiting for the wolves And I'm not waiting for the wolves to drag my body I'm not waiting for the wolves And I'm not waiting for the wolves to rip my heart out I'm not waiting for the wolves From Letras Mania