(feat. Ben Kweller)
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There's a skinny dog in a dirty parking lot.
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And he doesn't bite, but he begs.
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And he knows what's true so if you are, he'll follow you
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if you're headed home all the way.
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So we let him finish every dinner plate,
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and we watched his tail saying "thanks, thanks, thanks."
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And we tried to name him, but he ran away
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once he knew his freedom was at stake.
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It's the same old shit, so it's how you deal with it.
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it's the glove that fits that you wear.
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So when the wind blows strong, I put a few more layers on,
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and I tell myself I don't care.
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I might make a phone call to a better man.
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To ask the questions that I have.
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Like how did I get started? And where's it gonna end?
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why should I treat a traitor like a friend?
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Stray Dog Freedom
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