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    Rush Dog Years текст песни

    Dog Years

    In a dog’s life
    A year is really more like seven
    And all too soon a canine
    Will be chasing cars in doggie heaven

    It seems to me
    As we make our own few circles ’round the sun
    We get it backwards
    And our seven years go by like one

    Dog years — It’s the season of the itch
    Dog years — With every scratch it reappears

    In the dog days
    People look to Sirius
    Dogs cry for the moon
    But these connections are mysterious

    It seems to me
    While it’s true that every dog will have his day
    When all the bones are buried
    There is barely time to go outside and play

    Dog years — It’s the season of the itch
    Dog years — With every scratch it reappears
    Dog years — For every sad son of a bitch
    Dog years — With his tail between his ears

    I’d rather be a tortoise from Galapagos
    Or a span of geological time
    Than be living in these dog years

    In a dog’s brain
    A constant buzz of low-level static
    One sniff at the hydrant
    And the answer is automatic

    It seems to me
    As well make our own few circles ’round the block
    We’ve lost our senses
    For the higher-level static of talk

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