| Give it a name, get it out of your home
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| Out in your backwoods a doghouse you own
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| Give it a name like a howling blue hound
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| Chasing your fears man he’s hunting you down
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| Give it a name, get it out of your eye
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| Come from the dockland got your low hangin' high
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| Give it a name, though you call yourself saved
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| She’s deep on your bone and it won’t go away
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| Slowly all the roles we act out become our identity
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| And in the end we are what we pretend to be
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| Give it a name, get it out of your home
|
| Out in your backwoods a doghouse you own
|
| Give it a name like a howling blue hound
|
| Chasing your fears man he’s hunting you down
|
| Give it a name, get it out of your eye
|
| Come from the dockland got your low hangin' high
|
| Give it a name, though you call yourself saved
|
| She’s deep on your bone and it won’t go away
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| Slowly all the roles we act out become our identity
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| And in the end we are what we pretend to be
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| Separating self from dream, harsh reality
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| And though it hurts, embrace the truth and from fear be set free |