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I traveled so long, traveled so long' |
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Til I was cold, cold as stone |
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My whiskers are gray, they reach to the ground |
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My bird's bones make a hollow sound |
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I been lost somewhere |
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In the fabric of a world that's going threadbare |
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I been down in the gutters without a care |
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I been hunted maligned since before your time |
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I been stoned, |
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I been thrown |
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To the wolves, to the wolves |
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I been starved down to skin and bone |
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I been lost somewhere |
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In the fabric of a world that's going threadbare |
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I been down in the gutters without a care |
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Throw me a bone, feed me a line |
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Pour a hard drink for harder times |
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I'm the king of the gutters, the prince of the dogs |
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One or the other, a ship lost in the fog |
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The moon pulls the sea and our eyes to the ground |
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Our feet pound loud but there's no one around |
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The star of the night, the room fills with light |
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The sky makes a deafening sound |
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Throw me a bone, feed me a line |
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Pour a hard drink for harder times |
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I'm the king of the gutters, the prince of the dogs |
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One or the other, a ship lost in the fog |
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Nothing can touch me, nothing can touch me |
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No force, no sound |
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Nothing can touch me, nothing can touch me |
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No force, no sound |
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I'm the king of the gutters, the prince of the dogs |
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I'm the king of the gutters, the prince of the dogs |
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I'm the king of the gutters, the prince of the dogs |
