we've got old news
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wrapped up in old blues
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we can't afford to call
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no we don't know where we are
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come on, we're dead on our feet but we're walking
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well let me hear you now
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we've been stripped down
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hog-tied and found out
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and thrown into the quiet
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like sticks into a fire
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come on, i'm sleeping in the street
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cause it's so easy to dream but so hard to say goodnight
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we've been toiling our tears hit the soil yeah
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taking up a voice from a flower field of noise
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come on, a dog from the past started barking
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well let me hear you now
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we've been stripped down
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hog-tied and found out
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thrown into the quiet
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like sticks into a fire
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come on, i'm sleeping in the street cause it's so easy to dream
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but so hard to say goodnight
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Old News
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| Dr. Dog |
