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fiogf49gjkf0d I am the owner, the owner of this coat
Brown eyed, small
Without a hope,
Soon to perish, soon to cry
Just so you may wear, my fur with pride...
You may not wonder, how I feel
N' you may not know, my pain is real
But I wonder, how you live with YOU
As you live with me -
Now I'm through...
Yes I grace your neck, oh I keep you warm
And through my death, there's your careless arm -
Oh you're stroking oh, what once was alive
My heart, my bone, laid aside...
Now I'm merely, dirt and dust
Just a memory, of broken trust
Just an animal, for you to KILL
A trinket made of life, for your fashion thrill...
Oh I have no voice
Oh I have no name
Just a wretched piece of meat
Drowning in vain
Oh speak for me now
Oh please hear my plea..
Oh don't, don't, don't, don't turn your back on me...
I am the owner, the owner of this coat
Brown eyed, small
Without a hope,
Soon to perish, so soon to cry
Just so you may wear, my fur with pride....
(c)Maria Daines/Paul Killington
All Rights Reserved (mcps) ASCAP
22.12.05
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