| I had two dogs
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| In the summer of 2004
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| One was boot black
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| The other whiter than a health food store
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| Medicine hogged
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| The floor space on the back porch
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| Donations my monarchs saved up
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| To take up to the poor
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| Oh, the backyard sang
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| A chorus of barks from Yin and Yang
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| They played angel and demon
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| But oh, I loved them just the same
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
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| Strange how what heals can also kill
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, oh-ooh-ooh
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, oh-ooh-ooh, oh
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| I found two dogs
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| On the hot concrete of the back porch
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| One in amniotic vomit
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| The other in fetal contort
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| Medicine clogged
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| Their stomachs 'til they overpoured
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| Strange how what heals can also kill
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| They both went grey
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| Adopting a putrid, lifeless stench
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| I learned in death
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| We all are unified in countenance
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
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| Eyes bulging like they’d finally seen the truth
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| The type of shit a child forgets
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| But the memory resets
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| When you ask me in a worried fret
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| «Have you ever at least loved a pet?» |