This is a sad story
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And there is a sad thread
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This is a sad story
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About people and dogs
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Days and weeks alone
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It's winter and summer
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In a hotel room
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There lived a man and a dog
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They ate the same dishes
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And they drank the same drinks
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The man lived like a dog
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Because it's a sad story
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The dog's name was Peter
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The man's name was Sava
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There is a man in every dog
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In man the dog sleeps
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The years have passed like that
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And there are such crises
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A man by nature a dog
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He gets the urge to bite
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The same fate befalls them
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They are also warmed by summer
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It is not known who the man is
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And it is not known who the dog is
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They bark at the moon together
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Loneliness, misery and misery
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The man's hair is white
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And the dog's hair is gray
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The doorman dreamed of the door
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Great and made of gold
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And a chrysanthemum
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And love that doesn't exist
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While four pairs of legs
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And two bent tails
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Eight hairy paws
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And four blind eyes
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They passed him
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Man and dog together
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It was cold outside
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And the rain bathes the street
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They took a concerted step
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Towards a dog's destiny
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They both saw the sky
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And the stars in the distance
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But suddenly a desperate moan
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He breaks the city in half
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From the first corner of the ban
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Gray shingles car
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And the gray man crucified the net
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On four corners of the world
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The Earth trembled
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Like the heart of a big dog
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Man or dog doesn't matter
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They stop barking together
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Now in the same car
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They drive the same end .___
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Because this is a sad story
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And there is a sad thread
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This is a sad story
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About dogs and about dogs |