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Where it began? It began in a PM,
And then we knew it would grow strong.
It was just the thing,
And Good became Lite-Evil.
I couldn't believe you'd come along!
Hands, reaching out, to the wolves,
Trusting me, trusting you...
Oh, sweet Saucepan Man,
Werewolf never seem so good...
I've been inclined to believe it never would!
And now I, I look at the Night,
And it don't seem dangerous.
We fill it up with only two
(And the werewolves).
Worry runs off my shoulder
How can I fear when Loving you?
Oh us, reaching out, to the wolves,
Trusting me, trusting you...
Oh, sweet Saucepan Man...
Werewolf never seem so good.
I've been inclined to believe it never would!
Ohhh, sweet Saucepan Man, winning never seemed so good...
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