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Wet Wool

I don't care who'll stroke me
I will pay the same to those who care but no one cares about, no one cares

I will hunt the blue bird
I have never caught a thing but I think I should try

I'm so used to walk in the rain
So the drops do not seem to be bothersome indeed

All my days go by in search
Of a place where I can dry my wool, dry my wool

So these are my weary paws
I am homeless dog but it's not my fault, not my fault

I would be honored to stay with you
I'm so tired to live for not to die
To howl and cry

Save me
I don't wanna die
Save me
I don't wanna die

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