Dear Jenna, it's a wet dog afternoon
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And it smells like this just because you want it to
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You feel big enough in a red cheek aftershock
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And when the sinker swam you couldn't get them all to stop
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You ran home, my love
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When the horns began to blow
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You were late again
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For the constellation show
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Now, you're done, my love
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They won't open up the gates
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So beg all you want
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They warn you never to be late, babe
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Now, it looks like rain for the both of us
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Now, it looks like rain for all of us
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Bugle lungs, you sang such a pretty song
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It goes on and on
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And yet it never feels too long
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You feel small, my love, climbing up a yellow spine
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You're not tall enough to say you've ever seen the sky
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So, run home, my sweet
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I've no other horns to blow
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It was all a tease and we're all laughing at you now
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But we're done, my love
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Go and get yourself some sleep
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I still love you, dear
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Perhaps it gets the best of me sometimes
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When it looks like you're about to cry
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When it looks like you're about to cry
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And it looks like you're about to cry
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It looks like you're about to cry
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It looks like you're about to cry
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Wet Dog Afternoon
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