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WOLF

When we first met we were fifteen
You came to our house to cook and clean
My mother never left her room
Bottles of Coke under her bed
You did your work and never complained
I said don't you sometimes wish you were dead

You said, I'm not a real girl
I'm a wolf inside
Come on and smell my breath
Come on and touch my fur
Let's go to the woods and hide
I'll find you by your scent
And tell you where you went
wrong

You wheeled her out against her will
It rained on the flowers, it rained on you
You brought her home and cleaned her up
She said I'm going to call you my buttercup
You held her hand and rubbed her feet
I said don’t you wish you were asleep

You said, you’re not a real boy
You’re a wolf inside
I can smell your breath
I can touch your fur
Let's go to the woods and hide
You'll find me by my scent
And tell me where I went
right

We’re not real kids
We are wolves inside
They can't smell our breath
And they can't touch our fur
Let’s go to the woods and hide
They won’t find us by our scent
Or tell us where we went
wrong!

credits

from the lines are open, track released October 7, 2014
Damien: singing, electric guitar
Luke Buda: electric guitar + backing vocals
Tom Callwood: bass
Craig Terris: drums + backing vocals

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The Close Readers Wellington, New Zealand

Formed in 2010, this band records the songs of New Zealand fiction writer Damien Wilkins.

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