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Talk of circles and punching out
Looking in, drawing circles down
Falling up the south marking ground
Talking out of turn, drawing circles down
Like pilate, I have a dog {3x}
{obeys, listens, kisses, loves}
Walks me out of town
Still, one’s a crowd
Making angels in the dirt
Looking up, looking all around
Like pilate, I have a dog {2x}
{obeys, listens, kisses, loves}
Stunned by my own reflection
It’s looking back, sees me too clearly
And I swore I’d never go there again
Not unlike a friend that politely drags you down, you down, you down
Like pilate, I have a dog {4x}
{obeys, listens, kisses, loves}
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