Light the trip fantastic, light them up in sevens
Wrap my harlot graces, around my little finger
But still I am tired, like a sleepy wrinkled old man
Seems to stand to reason, I'm living life in dog years
Living, living life in dog years
Seven years to one here
Living in dog years
Needless on my entrance, wrapped together quickly
Exhausting chapter after chapter, still I'm reading
But still I am tired, like a sleepy wrinkled old man
Seems to stand to reason, I'm living life in dog years
Living, living life in dog years
Seven years to one here
Living in dog years
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