I, sticking out my tongue, tearing the leash,
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I run with all my might to your every call,
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Howling at the moon, trying to pick up the trail
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In the wild, as in captivity, when you are not!
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Sticking out his tongue, tearing the leash,
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I run with all my might to your every call,
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Howling at the moon, trying to pick up the trail
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In the wild, as in captivity, when you are not!
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Separation from you is a collar that is not the right size,
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Tightened so that just a little bit more and I'm beheaded!
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This is the alignment that leaves no choice to the beast,
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My unconditioned reflex will work with might and main until death, like Pavlov!
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My symptoms may frighten the observer
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But I'm only inadequate at first glance,
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I do not need to know about the opinions of outsiders,
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Be sure to find you as a result!
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The bond between us is stronger than any chain!
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If you think about quitting - better put to sleep!
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Paws in the blood - nothing!
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No matter the distance...
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I, sticking out my tongue, tearing the leash,
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I run with all my might to your every call,
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Howling at the moon, trying to pick up the trail
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In the wild, as in captivity, when you are not!
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Sticking out his tongue, tearing the leash,
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I run with all my might to your every call,
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Howling at the moon, trying to pick up the trail
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In the wild, as in captivity, when you are not!
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At the sight of you, the tail is a metronome in super fast motion,
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Your smell drives me crazy, no matter how it breaks my pulse.
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I'm like a sheepdog from the Federal Drug Control Service, who found a ton of straw,
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My heart is a propeller, in my head there is a solid abyrvalg!
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I don't care about the fighting regalia
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Neither skills nor medals will help,
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If something barked in your direction -
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My jaws are steel trap doors.
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The bond between us is stronger than any chain!
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If you think about quitting - better put to sleep!
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Paws in the blood - nothing!
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No matter the distance...
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I, sticking out my tongue, tearing the leash,
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I run with all my might to your every call,
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Howling at the moon, trying to pick up the trail
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In the wild, as in captivity, when you are not!
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Sticking out his tongue, tearing the leash,
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To your every call I run with all my might
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Howling at the moon, trying to pick up the trail
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In the wild, as in captivity, when you are not! |