Sleeping dogs, awake from their slumber,
They hear us walking and run for cover
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We call them strays; we think they’re astray,
We act like they’re wild, like a lost feral child,
Their space has been shared, we act like were scared,
So hurl them stones, until it hurt their bones
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Every day is a battle, when you are a mongrel,
A mutt that’s unwanted, a life that’s tested,
Not a prized stock and their faces are mocked,
They live of scraps as their day’s lapse
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For them life is random, living in freedom,
Taken care by the streets, sleeping on concrete
They have been too kind, to share with mankind
Careful where you roam, we are in their home,
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Sleeping dogs, awake from their slumber,
Hey there buddy, don’t run for cover