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I don't know what is wrong with me I've not been so afraid I live my life, the way I see My species not betrayed Chasing cars and mailmen Even, the occasional salesman Chasing cars and Chasing cars and People, the way of life for me I don't know what is wrong with me Noticing my gate part Now looking left and right I see What jump started my heart Twenty-four mean eyes did appear Playing with my senses, they sneered Twenty-four mean Twenty-four mean Made me manic enough to flee I don't know what is wrong with me I think at least I'm safe Higher up, in this big tall tree My own actions now chafe As I sit on this would be log Oh, disbelief, I'm a huge dog My own actions My own actions With twelve felines circling me
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Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 1:59 PM UTC
Dog Gone Crazy (I Think) [Trijan form]
I don't know what is wrong with me I've not been so afraid I live my life, the way I see My species not betrayed Chasing cars and mailmen Even, the occasional salesman Chasing cars and Chasing cars and People, the way of life for me I don't know what is wrong with me Noticing my gate part Now looking left and right I see What jump started my heart Twenty-four mean eyes did appear Playing with my senses, they sneered Twenty-four mean Twenty-four mean Made me manic enough to flee I don't know what is wrong with me I think at least I'm safe Higher up, in this big tall tree My own actions now chafe As I sit on this would be log Oh, disbelief, I'm a huge dog My own actions My own actions With twelve felines circling me
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Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 1:59 PM UTC
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