Wild Creatures

When you catch the light
You look like your mother
It crushes me some,
Just right from the side
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When you catch the light
Theres a flash of wild creatures ,
Before the Stone Age of the preachers,
And the husbands, and the wives
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When you catch the light
The flood changes direction,

And darkens the lens
That projects my disguise
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As you fight along-side,
Youll discover my weakness
Im not fighting for your freedom,
I am fighting to be wild.
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'Hey, little girl, would you like to be
The kings pet or the king?'
'Id choose odorless and invisible,
But otherwise I would choose the king.
Even though it sounds the loneliest...
And my brothers hands would poison me.'
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'Hey, little girl, would you like to be
The kings pet or the king?'
'Id choose odorless and invisible,
But otherwise I would choose the king,
Even though it sounds melodious...
Theres no mothers hands to quiet me.'