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the wild boys the wild boys are calling on their way back from the fire in august moon's surrender to a dust cloud on the rise wild boys fallen far from glory reckless and so hungered on the razors edge you trail because there's murder by the roadside in a sore afraid new world they
tried
to break us, wild
boys never
lose it you
got sirens
for a welcome they
tried
to tame you wild
boys never
lose it |