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it was the seventh of december in the middle of the night |
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the street was deserted except for smoke and moonlight |
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the front of the papers read the latest scandal |
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the people versus when the dog chewed the handle |
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it's a strange kind of story as far as stories go |
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it's the tale of a man and his trusty fido |
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with police to the left of him on the right a dead vandal |
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the only excuse was that the dog chewed the handle |
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with the stick de la candle |
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or the study maybe strangled |
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the professor with the pistol |
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oh no the dog chewed the handle |
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he's got his integrity don't need no excuse |
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you can't say different got to let him loose |
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the guy shouldn't've been there but he chose to gamble |
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heads you win tails the dog chews the handle |
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i suppose if i'd thought i shouldn't leave them together |
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grip made of bone and a holster that's leather |
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freak kind of accident that sets an example |
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dogs like bones that's why the dog chewed the handle |
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with the stick de la candle |
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or the study maybe strangled |
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the professor with the pistol |
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oh no the dog chewed the handle |
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oh look at it from my angle |
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oh just look at it |
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with the stick de la candle |
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or the study maybe strangled |
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the professor with the pistol |
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oh no the dog chewed the handle x2 |
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oh look at it from my angle |
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oh just look at it |
