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When I heard you I could have sworn a dog was panting |
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When I heard you I could have sworn a dog was panting |
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Down at the bottom of the stairs |
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You said there's something that I need to tell you |
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When I first found you in this gift shop garbage can |
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I never thought you would be here this long |
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I never thought |
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We would hack into the dried spilt milk in our living room |
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And form a little cavern form a little yellow cavern |
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And watch it weaken and collapse |
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While all along we could have just simmered it in a sauce pan so that we could push the skin of our words yes we would paw at them like some sleeping thing |
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The last I heard I was yelling be three years old I dare you |
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To call out this balled up gray garment for what it is |
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And shout out all the names that we know and hope |
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That one of them lands correctly |
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When I heard you I could have sworn a dog was panting |
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When I heard you I could have sworn a dog was panting |
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But there was almost no one there |
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Tou said there's something that I need to tell you |
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I'm not sure if I ever really ever cared and |
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That I never should have been here this long |
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All our kissing resembled eating horses in the biggest rooms in the smallest houses |
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And on and on and on and on |
