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Becoming A Jackal - Villagers
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Becoming A Jackal Villagers

Becoming A Jackal - Villagers
[Verse 1]
The most familiar room
Every implement was leading to you
And your homely sense of disarray
Never once the same
Always rearranged

But things would never change
In the seam between the window frame
Where the jackals preyed on every soul
Where they tied you to a pole
And stripped you of your clothes

[Chorus]
I was a dreamer
Staring out windows
Out onto the main street
'Cause that's where the dream goes

[Verse 2]
And each time they found fresh meat to chew
I would turn away and return to you
You would offer me your unmade bed
Feed me till I'm fed
And read me till I'm read
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