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Light is fading quickly

There's a window of opportunity for every closed door

Might blow your house down, I'm sure you're familiar with wolf folklore

Well me and my cohorts use our vocal chords

To howl at the moon and so on and so forth

Sharpen knives when the road forks

Oh lord, shook hands with no warms

Hold your own ground then you're the sole source

Of why your home town is in a Cold War

Same old story, did it for the gold and glory

Stood up on the podium with a glowing aura