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Day One:
That old dog
Still trying to get over that wall
Concrete claw marks
Like tallies in a prison cell
That old dog,
He’s back at it again
Back at his desk
Pushing ink
Pulling out new tricks
Doesn’t matter if the world can’t hear him bark
Doesn’t matter if the world can’t feel him write
One day he’s gonna use the moon as a chewtoy
He’s gonna bring down god from the sky
That old dog
Still trying to get over that wall
Concrete claw marks
Like tallies in a prison cell
That old dog,
He’s back at it again
Back at his desk
Pushing ink
Pulling out new tricks
Doesn’t matter if the world can’t hear him bark
Doesn’t matter if the world can’t feel him write
One day he’s gonna use the moon as a chewtoy
He’s gonna bring down god from the sky