Lyrics written and owned by Chantele Delaine

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Limp in from forest

Trip into town

My boots worn clean right through

Hair matted down

I was hounded

By that sound

Well I've got to keep on movin'

Too late to turn 'round

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Boxing rings inside the court yard

Referee keeping time

I step into circles

Of spectators' lines

And I'm astounded

By that chime

Is it they whose dictate my moves?

It's a doggon' sign

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I can see the irony

To think that I live free

Well really I do tell

I've been roped in by that ring

Pavlovian conditioning

Once again I fell

I am just a slave to that bell

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Now that the game is over

And I've survived each round

I'll treat myself something to eat

Before I blow this town

And I pound it

To the local dine

Reward myself most

With menu on biggest post

It's a doggon' sign

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I can see the irony

To think that I live free

Well really I do tell

I've been roped in by that ring

Pavlovian conditioning

Once again I fell

I am just a slave to that bell

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