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Pearl Jam |
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Yield |
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Pilate |
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Talk of circles, and punching out. |
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Looking in, drawing circles down. |
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Falling up, then south, marking ground. |
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Talking out of turn, drawing circles down. |
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Like Pilate I have a dog. (x2) |
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Walks me out of town. Still one's a crowd. |
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Making angels in the dirt. |
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Looking up, looking all around. |
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Like Pilate I have a dog. Obeys, listens, kisses, loves. (x2) |
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Stunned by my own reflection. |
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It's looking back, sees me too clearly, and I swore I'd never go there again. |
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Not unlike a friend that politely drags you down. |
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You down... (x3) |
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Like Pilate I have a dog. Obeys, listens, kisses, loves. (x3) |
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Like Pilate I have a dog. |