[Verse 1] Theres a skinny dog in a dirty parking lot And he doesnt bite, but he begs And he knows whats true, so if you are, hell follow you If youre headed home, all the way [Chorus 1] So we let him finish every dinner plate And we watched his tail say thanks, thanks, thanks And we tried to name him, but he ran away Once he knew his freedom was at stake [Verse 2] Its the same old shit, so its how you deal with it Its the glove that fits that you wear So when the wind blows strong, I put a few more layers on And I tell myself I dont care [Chorus 2] I might make a phone call to a better man To ask the questions that I have, have, have Like how do I get started and wheres it going to end? Why should I treat a traitor like a friend?
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