Hear that outside? Go feed the dogs.
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They're begging, barking, bashing at their homes.
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Cold and wet and dirty like the earth
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That mashes molding, muddy, marching boots.
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Now rain is beating beats and beading down the view,
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That foggy, hazy drumming of that rain.
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Hear that outside? They're coming in.
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They're banging, knocking, shouting at the door.
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Fists are heavy pounds of pounding placed,
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Firm and steady rhythms that they pace.
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Out and in and in and out we named,
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Everything and everyone we've known.
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Hear that outside? We lost our homes.
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Given up in loans and time we paid.
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Worth more to us than them, so we end
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Our lives with backs that strained to find,
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A pretty place and life to call our own,
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A place that we, we'll never ever know.
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Hear that outside? We lost the war.
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How easy it is done if we never knew.
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It started back before I was born,
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All of us, all of us were other souls.
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We borrowed life and shared it with our own,
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And now we need to stretch and find our own.
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Hear that outside? Go feed the dogs.
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They're begging, barking, bashing at their homes.
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Cold and wet and dirty like the earth
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That mashes molding, muddy, marching boots.
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Now rain is beating beats and beading down the view,
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That foggy, hazy drumming of that rain.
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Hear that outside? It's changing airs.
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And bleeding out the colors of the world.
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Out And In And In And Out
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| Portugal. The Man |
