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One, Two, Three, Four |
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Dog's got a bone, all of his own |
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Wednesday morning, middle of the road |
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Can't help this feeling, of feeling so alone |
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Gotta go home now, dog's got a bone now. |
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Listen you will see, coming on in to me |
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Listen you will see, coming on in to me |
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Listen you will see that we are climbing |
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Listen you will see that we are climbing |
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Wish you were here, tied to the pier |
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Words disappear, every time you call me |
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So won't you come home now |
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If you're feeling so alone now |
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Dog's got a bone, all of his own now |
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Listen you will see, coming on in to me |
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Listen you will see, coming on in to me |
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Listen you will see that we are climbing |
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Listen you will see that we are climbing |
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Listen you will see, coming on in to me |
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Listen you will see, coming on in to me |
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Listen you will see that we are climbing |
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Listen you will see that we are climbing |
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Yeah, do, do, do, do |
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Falling on your face with a little white safe |
