15.1.06

I don't cry when my dog runs away

Early in the morning,
Rising to the street.
Light me up that cigarette
And I strap shoes on my feet.

Got to find a reason,
A reason things went wrong.
Got to find a reason
Why my money's all gone.

I got a dalmation,
I can still get high.
I can play the guitar
Like a mother fucking riot.

It all comes back to you,
You finally get what you deserve.
Try and test that,
You're bound to get served.

Let the lovin', let the lovin' come back to me.

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