| Moondog won’t stop crying at me
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| And it’s shameful, but I should know by now
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| I can’t tame her
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| I should know by now I can’t chase her
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| When she runs off
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| Found moondoggy high on a beach off some downers
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| That she stole from some Hollywood palace
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| The rest of 'em stowed in our mattress
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| Just a backpack
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| Your eyes don’t look back like the moon
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| You forgot you were ever a child
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| Your eyes don’t look back like the moon anymore
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| Like you’ve already died
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| Oh, I’d give mine to bring moondog back to —
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| And if you wanna live like a dog, lying dormant
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| On the floor of the house you were born in
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| Curled up in the corner with no one
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| I can’t stop you
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| But if you wanna die like a dog, with no warning
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| On the floor of a house we don’t own yet
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| Splayed out in the corner by morning
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| Supine with eyes that you’ll forfeit
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| Cracked, the two mirrors distorted
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| Your body repose, broken porcelain
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| I won’t let you
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| Your eyes don’t look back like the moon
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| You forgot you were ever a child
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| Your eyes don’t look back like the moon anymore
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| Like you’ve already died
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| Oh, I’d give mine to bring moondog back to life |