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I can hear it in the night
Lying in the bed I’ve made
I can feel you through the night
You are howling
Only for me
Ever prowling
Only for me
I am guilty
At least I think
I am filthy
At least I think
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Dissonant song of hunting
Ringing ears do not fade
Instinct says I should be running
I would be haunted
If I could think
I cannot sleep
If not for drink
Maybe self created
In my own skull
Never dissipated
The howl never dulls
Gene G. McLaughlin 2006
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