| I go wild 'cause you break me open
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| Wild 'cause you left me here
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| I go wild 'cause your promises are broken
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| Wild because the chips are down
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| Wild because there isn’t anybody else around
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| Wild when the waves start to break
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| And god knows they’re breaking in me now
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| I go wild because it doesn’t make sense
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| For me to cry out in my own defense
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| And wild because I would do anything
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| To tear you off your precious fence
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| So this is what it’s like living in limbo
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| First I’m high, then I’m so low
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| I go wild 'cause you break me open
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| Wild 'cause you left me here
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| I go wild 'cause your promises are broken
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| Wild when I know you’re near
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| I go wild, I go wild
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| Tell me what you’ve come for
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| Moving like a hunter through my back door
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| Leaving the perfume of all you adore
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| To die nameless on my floor
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| Yeah, well we both know you don’t play fair
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| I guess you really think that you get me there
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| Let’s be honest, perhaps this little ride
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| Is too much for even you to bear
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| You’ve got some nerve to come back here
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| You’re not the only one who can smell fear
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| I go wild 'cause you break me open
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| Wild 'cause you left me here
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| I go wild 'cause your promises are broken
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| Wild don’t you get it, dear?
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| You’re not the only one who lives on instincts
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| No, I’ve got instincts of my own
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| You’ve got a lot of nerve to come back
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| Plan your attack, yeah, I am still waiting
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| Did you want something?
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| You wrote the rules to try to contain me
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| You broke 'em now, you have untamed me
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| And I’m wild, I go wild
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| Tell me what you’ve come for
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| What is it you adore
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| Won’t you tell me?
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| What would you cry for
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| Swallow your pride for?
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| What would you, oh, go wild for?
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| You’ve got a lot of nerve to come back here
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| Speak up, my darling, I have been waiting
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| I go wild 'cause you break me open
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| Wild 'cause you left me here
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| I go wild 'cause your promises are broken
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| Wild, don’t you get it, dear?
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| You’re not the only one who lives on instincts
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| No, I’ve got instincts of my own
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| You’ve got a lot of nerve to come back
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| Plan your attack, yeah, I am still waiting
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| Did you want something?
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| You wrote the rules to try to contain me
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| You broke 'em now, you have untamed me
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| And I’m wild
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| Tell me what you come for
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| Tell me what you come for
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| I go wild
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| I go wild (wild)
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| I go wild
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| I go wild (wild)
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| Like a hunter
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| Tell me what you’ve come for
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| Tell me what you’ve come for
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| Tell me what you’ve come for
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| Tell me what you’ve come for
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| Like a hunter
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| Like a hunter
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| Like a hunter
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| Like a hunter
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| Like a hunter
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| Hunter
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| Father:
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| Communication is not just words
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| Communication is architecture
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| Because of course it is quite obvious
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| That a house which would be built without the sense
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| Without that desire for communication
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| Would not look the way your house looks today |