| I’ve been weeping silent like a wound
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| Would you stitch me up
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| Or let the blood soak through?
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| Watching my world turn from white to maroon
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| Ignore my claws
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| Look into my eyes
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| And convince us both
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| That I’ll last through the night
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| I could land on my feet if I tried
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| I never jumped a chasm so wide
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| And made it to the opposite side
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| Even now, as we are, standing here
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| I can see the doubt in your eyes
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| I can smell the animal fear
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| (I can smell the animal fear)
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| Hold my body, trembling fur and tooth
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| I won’t bite, or did I speak too soon?
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| Treacherous light that ignites the moon
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| And she calls my name
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| And I howl her tune
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| But the hunters slay
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| By the clair of the moon
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| I was raised with my face to the skies
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| But I was not a heavenly child
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| Savage, with a temperament wild
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| Even here, as we are, standing now
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| I can see the fear in your eyes
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| I can taste the sweat in your brow
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| I can smell the animal fear
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| (I can smell the animal fear) |