I'm a dog, and I can smell your smell right through your clothes
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And I espouse some views that you yourself just might not hold
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Sometimes I am given pause to think when
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I consider what we could call the good life
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When it comes to the city versus the country life
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Well, I must say that I far prefer a farmer's wife
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Breakfast with the master in the morning
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Feel the breeze and brush against a cow's leg - mmm!
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But it seems the thinkers you call greatest are
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The sort who often fall ill young, or pine away
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How can they help but drag the species down?
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There's some debate about whether instincts should be held in check
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Well, I suppose that I'm a liberal in this respect
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I can't say I liked Robinson Crusoe
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But at least he didn't tie his dogs up at night
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And it seems the thinkers you call greatest are
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The sort who often fall ill young, or pine away
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How can they help but drag the species down?
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How come all your poets fall into despondencies?
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And then write it down for us to read every indignity?
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Not such worthy specimens, these creatures
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Hardly fit for what you could call the good life
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And it seems the thinkers you call greatest are
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The sort who often fall ill young, or pine away
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How can they help but drag the species down?
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How can they help but drag the species down?
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I'm A Dog
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