Oh To Be An Animal by Murder By Death
Skies were blue,
Pretty too.
But the ache in my chest,
Just made it seem cruel.
Oh oh, oh oh,
It's the loneliest of times.
They say I,
Climbed the stairs,
Walked up the hill,
And had to catch my breath.
Your old house, hadn't changed at all,
Oh, to be an animal, scurrying through those halls.
Oh oh, oh oh,
It's the loneliest of times.
You were a lion, I bared my throat for you.
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