Written by Jerry Cantrell
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Give it a name, get it out of your home
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Out in your backwoods, a doghouse you own
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Give it a name like a howling blue hound
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Chasing your fears, man he's hunting you down
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Give it a name, get it out of your eye
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Come from the dockland, got your low hanging high
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Give it a name, though you call yourself saved
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She's deep on your bone and it won't go away
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Slowly all the roles we act out become our identity
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And in the end we are what we pretend to be
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Repeat 1st Verse
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Repeat 2nd Verse
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Repeat "Slowly all the roles..."
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Give It A Name
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| Jerry Cantrell |
