| My girl and I we started fostering dogs
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| Shit’s a hassle but they help to keep her calm
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| She’s seen a lot so have those pups
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| They connect in a way that’s fun for me to watch
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| She’s young and she’s beautiful and she’s warm
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| But my head is always on what it’s on
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| My little projects some are decades long
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| Some near completion most are a ways off
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| Somehow scattered and at the same time fixated
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| I think I get that from my mom she’s such a busy lady
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| My girl’s making efforts to be more social
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| Says it would mean a lot if I would try it with her
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| Wall of flowers between myself and dinner guests
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| Chain and stanchion between myself and all the rest
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| Hot air between myself and any room
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| Flaming sword between myself and the whole wide world
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| That sort of information ties you to a song
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| You grow close to me and we form a bond
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| That’s how it works you, you buy in willfully
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| And this is as close as I get to intimacy |