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Behind every open door
Runs a backwards racking dog
Every bet I'm hedging
Placed on everything I'm not
Every step up the hill is up some tempered glass
Let the good times roll
And let them pass
Sliding down with bare ass
The fool
Now every night has
That same old feeling
Of packing up my things and leaving
Every wall requires a new stance
So I pull my limbs into repeating patterns
Caught with my hands down my pants
Waiting for some new romance
The fool
I gotta put my dog down
He's all bark and no bite
With my hands down my pants
Well it aint what it looks like
Coughing and splutter down the old highway
The wind will clip my wings
Out the same way I came in
Out the same way I came in
Out the same way I came in
Out the same way I came in
Out the same way I came in
Out the same way I came in
Out the same way I came in
Out the same way I came in