Dog Years

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   In a dog's life, a year is really more like seven
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   And all too soon a canine will be chasing cars in doggie heaven
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   It seems to me, as we make our own few circles 'round the Sun
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   We get it backwards and our seven years go by like one
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   Dog years...It's the season of the itch
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   Dog years...With every scratch it reappears
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   In the dog days, people look to Sirius
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   Dogs cry for the moon, but these connections are mysterious
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   It seems to me, while it's true that every dog will have his Day
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   When all the bones are buried, there is barely time to go outside and play

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   Dog years...It's the season of the itch
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   Dog years...With every scratch it reappears
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   Dog years...For every sad son of a bitch
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   Dog years...With his tail between his ears
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   I'd rather be a tortoise from Galapagos, or a span of geological time
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   I'd rather be a tortoise from Galapagos, or a span of geological time
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   Than be living in these dog years, living in these dog years

Solo - Vocalização: Bb C Bb C Dm (2x)
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   In a dog's brain a constant buzz of low level static
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   One sniff at the hydrant and the answer is automatic
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   It seems to me, as well make our own few circles 'round the block
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   We've lost our senses, for the higher level static of talk

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   Dog years...For every sad son of a bitch
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   Dog years...With his tail between his ears

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   In these dog years, oooo!
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   In these dog years, oouu!
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   In these dog years, oooo!
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   In these dog years, oouu! Oooo!
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   In these dog years, oooo!