Off the county carousel
While the dogs were eating snow
All our sons had sunk in a trunk
Of Noah's clothes
Almost home,
We got lost on our new street,
And your grieving girls all died in their sleep,
All our sons had sunk in a trunk
Of Noah's clothes
Almost home,
We got lost on our new street,
And your grieving girls all died in their sleep,
So the dogs all went unfed,
A great dream of bones all piled on a bed
A great dream of bones all piled on a bed
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