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I didn't mean to laugh, but it's hard for me to express myself. I didn't mean to say that I often ask myself why I stay. I didn't mean to laugh, but it's hard for me to keep things to myself. I'll be pacing around the block, think-think-thinking these awful thoughts, I talk-talking like I'm really tough, but Lord knows. You see, my nerves are bad tonight. The moon, it smiles. The teeth, they grind. A shuffled feet and jumping gun. A clammy mess of rushing blood. Well, push me just a little more, I'll show you what my palm is for. A hung-up dog collecting sweat. A heavy hand of damp regret. Ooh, ooh. I'll be pacing around the block, think-think-thinking these awful thoughts, I talk-talking like I'm really tough, but Lord knows.

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from Dog's Dead (Time 2 Eat), released June 6, 2006

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