The Hunter Lyrics - Jennifer Warnes

The Hunter
come on over my sporting fren
bring your favorite weapo
show me how you make your mar
from the whistle in the win
through the center of the hear
the moon is full, the night is clea
hunting season is drawing nea
show me how you claim your groun
pull the arrow back, take one dow
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maybe tonigh
maybe you'll sho
waht you feel behind your bo
and maybe I'll go hunting to
down in the valley with yo
I wonder where you hide your hear
I wait for signals in the dar
my aim is pretty goo
I'm as quiet as a deer in the woo
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close your eyes, count to te
you never know you never kno
you never know when you never kno
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so bring this famous trick you d
bring your arrow, bring your gu
and bring the ache that burns right throug
gonna find out who is the hunted on
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