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alone with the owl in Something about that city let me be alone.

  • Dec. 11, 2014, 9:48 a.m.
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alone with the owls, howling “pain, pain, pain”
alone with the owls howling “pain”
you don’t have to live this way

while i lived was i a stray black dog
while i lived was i anything at all

did i have to live this way
i stood beside the ocean not a single wave

beside the ocean not a single wave
not a single thing left to say

With the owl howling “pain, pain, pain”
With the ocean howling the same
With my life howling the same
Did I have to live this way


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