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Wolves
автор:
Micheal Malarkey
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I'm losing faith just before dark but when the fire's gone cold I'm still catching sparks and this canyon is a clutter of old scars all of my ghosts they congregate here it's like a seance of sorts, the skeleton years but my honour is older than my tears but i don't let the wolves smell my fear anymore and i wait for the moon to disappear oh holy host of the morning make me tear apart my winnings and withdraw into my cave another golden cup of bruises, a violent bed of roses and the need to misbehave it's an old crooked road and I'm carrying that same load like a destitute, a tramp I just need a hand oh lord how I've slandered you please forgive me lend me your hand fight with myself, I fight with you but my story's confused, I might as well prove that any other man would be haunted just like me drones in the hive they dissipate but my storybook love incinerates all the yellow eyes and fangs encircling me and i don't let the wolves smell my fear anymore and i wait for the moon to disappear oh shining hand of the dayspring let me wake this guardian angel and breathe life into her cage the only pain that I feel is the pain of the unknown and the urge to disappear it's an old crooked road and I'm carrying that same load like a destitute, a tramp I just need a hand oh lord how I've slandered you please forgive me lend me your hand
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