| Like a 3-legged dog you’ve called in sick
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| Sure there’s seconds of pleasure but so many moments of pain
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| And you can’t snap your fingers and you don’t talk so straight
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| You want to be loved, but you probably can’t make it anyway
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| Now the ground is cold and there’s no fire around
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| An absence of fire and you’re just cold and I’ve seen this dog in my sleep
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| He chases my father too, when he dreams between the sheets
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| But, we all think it’s time for you to quit. |
| Take a last swig of that Cabernet
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| But, I tell you my friend I won’t forget you
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| And the world’s not clean, but they get mad when you’re dirty
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| If you’ve handled some food, you better wash up
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| Like a 3-legged dog you got three feet
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| You can’t walk fast or fuck, but you still get in heat
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| You can’t wag your ears or flap your tail
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| But I still see you wandering down by the wishing well
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| When the ground was young and caves were col
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| You’ve stayed out all night and you’re just too old |