Intro: (F G Am)(F G) 2x 

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   In a dog's life, a year is really more like seven 
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   And all too soon a canine will be chasing cars in doggie heaven 
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   It seems to me, as we make our own few circles 'round the Sun 
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   We get it backwards and our seven years go by like one 
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   Dog years...It's the season of the itch 
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   Dog years...With every scratch it reappears 
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   In the dog days, people look to Sirius 
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   Dogs cry for the moon, but these connections are mysterious 
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   It seems to me, while it's true that every dog will have his Day 
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   When all the bones are buried, there is barely time to go outside and play 

G      D                 A            B 
   Dog years...It's the season of the itch 
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   Dog years...With every scratch it reappears 
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   Dog years...For every sad son of a bitch 
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   Dog years...With his tail between his ears 
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   I'd rather be a tortoise from Galapagos, or a span of geological time 
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   I'd rather be a tortoise from Galapagos, or a span of geological time 
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   Than be living in these dog years, living in these dog years 

   Solo: (Vocalização) :(Bb C Bb C Dm) 2x (F G) 2x (Eb F Gm) (Eb F) 

(Eb F Gm)                      (Eb F Gm) 
   In a dog's brain a constant buzz of low level static 
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   One sniff at the hydrant and the answer is automatic 
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   It seems to me, as well make our own few circles 'round the block 
(Bb C Dm)                        (Bb C) 
   We've lost our senses, for the higher level static of talk 

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   Dog years...For every sad son of a bitch 
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   Dog years...With his tail between his ears 

B            C            B 
   In these dog years, oooo! 
B            C            B   
   In these dog years, oouu! 
B            C            B 
   In these dog years, oooo! 
B            C            F G    F 
   In these dog years, oouu! Oooo! 
F            G            (Eb F Gm) (Eb F) 
   In these dog years, oooo!