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A Boy's Best Friend |
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I just donīt feel it in this place
Their thoughts cast me out of here
Their home has run out of space
My mindīs already out of here
Wonīt you come along, dear?
Wonīt you come along?
Words that are spoke alone
Phrases you will never hear
Empty rooms and a telephone
That I will never use
Never fear
I am all alone, dear
I am all alone
My dogs come sit next to me
A pack of dogs and cigarettes
My only friends speak no words to me
But they look at me and they donīt forget
That a boyīs best friend
Is his mother or whatever has become his pet
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