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Talk of circles, punching out |
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Looking in, drawing circles down |
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Falling off the south marking ground |
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Talking out of turn, drawing circles down |
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Like Pilate, I have a dog |
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Like Pilate, I have a dog |
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Walks me out of town, still one's a crowd |
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Making angels in the dirt, looking up, looking all around |
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Like Pilate, I have a dog (obeys, listens, kisses, loves) |
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Like Pilate, I have a dog (obeys, listens, kisses, loves) |
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Stunned by my own reflection |
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It's looking back, sees me too clearly |
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And I swore I'd never go there again |
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Not unlike a friend that |
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Politely drags you down, you down, you down, you down |
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Like Pilate, I have a dog (obeys, listens, kisses, loves) }x4 |
