| Hear that outside? |
| Go feed the dogs
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| They’re begging, barking, bashing at their homes
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| Cold and wet and dirty like the earth
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| That mashes muddy molding marching boots
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| Now rain is beating beats and beading down the view
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| That foggy hazy drumming of that rain
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| Hear that outside? |
| They’re coming in
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| They’re banging, knocking, shouting at the door
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| Fists are heavy pounds of pounding placed
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| Firm and steady rhythms that they pace
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| Out and in and in and out we named
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| Everything and everyone we’ve known
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| Hear that outside? |
| We lost our homes
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| Given up in loans and time we paid
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| Worth more to us than them so we end
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| Our lives with backs that strained to find
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| A pretty place and life to call our own
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| A place that we will never ever know
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| Hear that outside? |
| We lost the war
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| How easy it is done if we never knew
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| It started back before I was born
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| All of us all of us were rubber souls
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| We borrowed life and shared it with our own
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| And now we need to stretch and find our own
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| Hear that outside? |
| Go feed the dogs
|
| They’re begging, barking, bashing at their homes
|
| Cold and wet and dirty like the earth
|
| That mashes muddy molding marching boots
|
| Now rain is beating beats and beading down the view
|
| That foggy hazy drumming of that rain
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| Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh
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| Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh
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| Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh
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| Hear that outside? |
| It’s changing airs
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| And bleeding out the colors of the world |