I found a fox, caught by dogs. He let me take him in my hands. His little heart, It beats so fast, And I'm ashamed of running away From nothing real-- I just can't deal with this,
But I'm still afraid to be there, Among your hounds of love, And feel your arms surround me.
I've always been a coward, And never know what's good for me
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