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There's a skinny dog in a dirty parking lot |
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And he doesn't bite but he begs |
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And he knows what's true, so if you are he'll follow you |
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If you're headed home all the way |
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So we let him finish every dinner plate |
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And we watched his tail saying thanks, thanks, thanks |
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And we tried to name him but he ran away |
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Once he knew his freedom was at stake |
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This same old shit, so it's how you deal with it |
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It's the glove that fits, that you wear |
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So when the wind blows strong, |
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I put a few more layers on |
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And I tell myself |
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I don't care |
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I might make a phone call to a better man |
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To ask the questions that |
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I have, have, have |
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Like how do |
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I get started and where's it gonna end |
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Why should |
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I treat a traitor like a friend |
