| The dogs died
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| In the park last night
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| There’s nothing we could do
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| There’s nothing we could do
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| Let the bees go hunt for honey
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| There’s nothing we could do
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| There’s nothing we could do
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| Oh, but praise them
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| Oh, Elk Blood Heart
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| Tastes like the great white north
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| And I hope you found
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| That I hold all the keys to open up
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| Every single door
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| Let it ring through the arch of my skull
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| Let it breathe through the teeth of all of these people
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| There’s nothing we could do
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| There’s nothing we could do
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| Oh, but praise them |