| January starts without much sympathy,
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| just like every dog that’s let loose right in front of me.
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| & this time next year things will settle slowly,
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| like a rush of blood,
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| the fear my heart beholds of me.
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| Your better days, are yet to come,
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| to silence fights, the beating drums.
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| the eloquent, the yet to know, the will it hurt,
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| the will it hold?
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| And although this rain has lasted us quite long enough,
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| it’s been several months without the sleep to comfort us.
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| & can you hear the dogs? |
| They’re howling down below.
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| It’s a fervent ground you can feel it,
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| but you will never know.
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| That better days, are yet to come.
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| To silence fights, the beating drums,
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| the eloquence, the yet to know,
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| the «will it hurt?», the «will it hold?»
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| This night won’t satisfy me,
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| This fear won’t bring me to the ground.
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| I know you’re scared of hiding,
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| I know you’re aching to be found.
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| I know you’re aching to be found.
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| I know you’re aching to be-
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| This night won’t satisfy me,
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| This fear won’t bring me to the ground
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| I know you’re scared of hiding
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| I know you’re aching to be found.
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| I know you’re aching to be found.
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| I know you’re aching to be- |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Howling , by - Adam Barnes. Song from the album The Land, The Sea & Everything Lost Beneath, in the genre Иностранная авторская песня