Thomas Dybdahl - Stray dogs



Here I am on another highway
To someplace under the sky
Will this restless heart never lie
Still make my bed and lay
My head down somewhere
I will never be found
Same old thoughts
I carry around
Still
Stray dogs
Stray dogs
Stray dogs
(now my friends don't see me no more
I hardly ever open the door
Makes no difference who I ignore
Now there's a hunger left in my eye
Nothing else can satisfy
Will this restless heart ever lie still)

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