| You can’t take it anymore
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| So put me out the back door
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| And slam it hard shut
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| I watched you clean up after me
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| I cut myself and let it bleed
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| All over your favorite rug
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| The one you love
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| It’s persian
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| Don’t ever let me out of here
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| Just bring me back some souvenirs from the world
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| Something i can tear apart
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| Paper, plastic, flesh or heart
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| I will destroy everything if i’m set free
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| So don’t untie me
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| I had to set these boundaries
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| Or i’ll run into the street
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| And get run over by an s.u.v
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| I bark and growl and drool and snap
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| Take both hands and pull me back by my neck
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| I must stay in the fenced-in yard
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| Scratching myself 'til i’m raw
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| I’m always hungry for something
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| For broken skin
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| I never get any satisfaction
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| I had to draw these boundaries
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| 'cause i’ll run into the street and get run over by an s.u.v |