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Go on and throw me to the wolves My sweet angels Go on and lead them to the woods And run You say your not afraid When the bright sun falls away But I know you're a liar You tend to give it away And I think it's quite likely I'm a terrible girl inside And you hate my intuition As I hate my stupid rhymes If you need me I'll be around You can ask me any questions I'll tell you whatever you think You need to hear Any lie or confession And if you need me I'll be right here In the seas or in the quarries I'll have all my papers and books And calligraphy pens To tell your brilliant story Letras de canciones And I think it's quite likely I'm a terrible girl inside And you hate my intuition As I hate my wretched pride So go on and throw me to the wolves My murderous angels Just lead me to the naked And vicious woods And run From Letras Mania