| By first snow
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| By first snow my Doe
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| Ought to have a ring
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| Lord I… I been saving
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| But Hope is on a rope
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| Hope’s on a frayed rope
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| And I can count her ribs
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| From our kitchenette window
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| I’m scared and unprepared
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| She’s starting to show
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| I know my Doe’s a little bit psycho
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| But she look all right with the lights low
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| And my Doe wear her head inside out
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| And my Doe know that I don’t mind though
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| La da da da da da dadadaaaaa
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| When we found Hope
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| When we brought home Hope
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| Last of the litter down the way
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| The cloudy eye cataract grey
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| Never said
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| We never said, but both knew
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| Adopting her meant more
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| Than any ceremony your mama’s waiting for
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| I’m scared and unprepared
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| She’s starting to show
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| I know my Doe’s a little bit psycho
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| But she look all right with the lights low
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| And my Doe wear her head inside out
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| But my Doe know that I don’t mind though
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| La da da da da da daaaaaaa!
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| My Doe
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| My Dear
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| My female
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| She sell
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| Retail
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| By the
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| Pharmacy store
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| I’m scared and unprepared
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| She’s starting to show
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| I know my Doe’s a little bit psycho
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| But she look all right with the lights low
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| And my Doe wear her head inside out
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| But my Doe know that I don’t mind though
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| La da da da da da dadaaaaaaa! |