Текст: Pearl Jam. Yield. Pilate.

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Talk of circles, punching out
Looking in, drawing circles down
Falling off the south marking ground
Talking out of turn,
drawing circles down

Like Pilate, I have a dog obeys, listens, kisses, loves
Like Pilate, I have a dog obeys, listens, kisses, loves

Walks me out of town, still one's a crowd
Making angels in the dirt, looking up, looking all around

Like Pilate, I have a dog obeys, listens, kisses, loves
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
Lightly drags you down, you down, you down, you down

Like Pilate, I have a dog
Like Pilate, I have a dog...?