Talk of circles and punching out
Looking in, drawing circles down
Falling up the south marking ground
Talking out of turn, drawing circles down
Like Pilate, I have a dog
{Obeys, listens, kisses, loves}
Walks me out of town
Still, onẻs a crowd
Making angels in the dirt
Looking up, looking all around
Like Pilate, I have a dog
Obeys, listens, kisses, loves
Stunned by my own reflection
It's looking back, sees me too clearly
And I swore I'd never go there again
Not unlike a friend that politely drags you down
Like Pilate, I have a dog
Obeys, listens, kisses, loves
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