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Well, I am the boy who cried wolf

And I know I’ve lied in the past

But last night I saw his yellow eyes shining in the dark

Yeah, I know I spun tales with this voice

And I open my mouth too fast

But last night I saw his footprints in the path.

Passenger, «The boy who cried Wolf»