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The Wolves at my door
Just crept into my bed
They just keep coming back for more
Tearing holes into my head

So make me blind or be my eyes

I’ve been walking a hard, hard line
And I’m out of time, I’m out of time

You are the quiet angel
My fleeting great revival

You’ve become a landslide
You’ve become a landslide
You’ve become a landslide
And I’m a long, long ride

The nature of sin
In a circle of torment
The Wolves at my door   Just crept into my bed   They just keep coming back for more   Tearing holes into my head      So make me blind or be my eyes      I’ve been walking a hard, hard line   And I’m out of time, I’m out of time      You are the quiet angel   My fleeting great revival      You’ve become a landslide   You’ve become a landslide   You’ve become a landslide   And I’m a long, long ride      The nature of sin   In a circle of torment