Wash the dead man's blood from my hair in the creek
Hold me so close, I feel like dying
Aged hands clasping by fire's ancient light
Hold me so close, I feel like dying
Chased through dead forests, hunted by dogs
Hold me so close, I'm afraid of dying
Bruised by the cold and starving to death
Hold me so close, I'm afraid of dying
(Kelsey Bee)
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