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that's my other hand, open and empty
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it wants one too I guess
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that's my other jaw, swollen and shameless
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it talks too much I know
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and another singer is born, with every sip I take
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wash away my words, just like my flesh and bone
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and they're barking of me, yeah they're working on me
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just like my favorite dog
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geronimo, look out below
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I love that rusty water like it was my favorite dog
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geronimo, look out below
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I love that rusty water like it was my favorite dog
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that's my other head, open and bleeding
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it thinks too much I guess
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that's my other eye, swollen by fearless
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it's seen too much I know
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and another singer is killed with every sip I take
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drain away my words, just like my flesh and bone
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and they're working on me, yeah they're working on me
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just like my favorite dog
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Favorite Dog
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