| Well, our dog beats in his own heart
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| Our dog was from the start
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| Not much use in the rain
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| Not much use in the sun
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| Put it outside and let the paint run
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| Put it outside and let the paint run
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| Well, our mean day was not heaven sent
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| Couldn’t stay, couldn’t raise the rent
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| Couldn’t stay-a-little — let us be
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| Couldn’t stay — so we set it free
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| Hey
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| Supposing
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| I meet you
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| We waste some time
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| Supposing, I let you
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| You still be in mind, mind, mind, mind
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| Enter — kisses not able
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| Not able to turn some tricks
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| Not able to give me favours
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| Not even when I’m thick with it
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| And my heart wasn’t a stranger
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| But it sure made no sense to me
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| Made no sense to any flavour that came
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| Sown in so cautiously
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| Hey
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| Hearts still
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| Yearn to
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| Make the sign
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| Watching
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| You send me in mind, mimd, mind, mind
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| Well, our old stairs are all the same
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| The same weather, the same wood stain
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| You can beep from the left
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| You can beep from the right
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| Put it outside and let them turn wide
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| Put it outside and let them turn wide
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| Well, no respect, no leniency
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| Was not ever so well spooked in me
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| Was not evil so it hangs OK
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| This is the world in which we play
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| This is the world in which we play
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| Hey
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| Harder
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| Sane, spent and all awake
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| Their eyes
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| Shame me —
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| With their mistakes
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| And mine, mine, mine, mine |