Open roads, broken rope
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Sign me up, give me will
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To keep the hounds from sitting still
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Any longer
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Red skies at night,
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The mornings white
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The sky is blue
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The sky is green
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Am I, to you, to intervene?
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The fire¡¯s like the gasoline
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And you are like the smoke
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You¡¯re always leaving
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But you¡¯re never gone
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You¡¯re everywhere at once
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Like a true phenomenon
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So take me down your old back roads
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And show me where you go
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That god may help me know it
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When I see it
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I could use a job
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But I ain¡¯t for hire
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You ask and you receive
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Or you learn to make believe
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The fire¡¯s like the gasoline
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And you are like the smoke
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You¡¯re always leaving
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But you¡¯re never gone
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You¡¯re everywhere at once
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Like a true phenomenon
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You¡¯re always leaving
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But you¡¯re never gone
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You¡¯re everywhere at once
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Like a true phenomenon
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Phenomenon
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Dr. Dog |