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Prince
We used to hear him trotting along, with the jingling song of his tags but now we can hear when he's near by the sheering squeal of his wheels I could stick a pin in his back, but he would not feel it I can't take him out in the grass, or his wheels won't turn Prince doesn't wag his tail when at first you meet him He used to be a real fireball until a gun mowed him down
Prince was a toy dog on wheels but how I wished he was real
Try to convince me that he's happy, or prove to me that he dreams もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com These thoughts are closed off inside his head and will leave him when he's dead I wonder, now, if he even remembers the bullet that maimed him, that turned his gentle muscles into luggage on wheels I wonder if he blames the gun that shot him and paralyzed him I feel he still can smell the burning flesh of his hide
Prince has forgotten all his tricks; Prince is not at ease to sit Supported by his canvas straps, he's eternally relaxed
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