Hunter
Bjork
If travel is searching 
And home what's been found 

I'm not stopping 

I'm going hunting 
I'm the hunter 
I'll bring back the goods 
But I don't know when 

I thought I could organise freedom 
How Scandinavian of me 
You sussed it out, didn't you? 

You could smell it 
So you left me on my own 
To complete the mission 
Now i'm leaving it all behind 

I'm going hunting 
I'm the hunter ... 
I'm going hunting 
I'm the hunter ... 
I'm the hunted 
I'm the hunted 
I'm the hunted 
I'm the hunted

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