| When that black sensation creeps across my weary head
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| I can feel my body sink into my worlds end
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| I try to pick myself up — but I’m sinking further in
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| When that black dog finds me — I’m feeling lost — I’m caged in
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| Don’t cry — it thrives — feeding off your woes
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| I try — to fight — but that black dog grows
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| I’m alone — lost in time
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| Human drone — lost in line
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| I tell myself — I ain’t got the skills
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| To help myself — I keep taking them happy pills
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| As the light starts dipping in the skyline of my mind
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| I can’t feel I’m tripping down that hole another time
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| I try to pick myself up — I keep on clawing at the walls
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| Then that black dog finds me — shows his teeth and takes hold
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| Don’t cry — it thrives — feeding off your woes
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| I try — to fight — but that black dog grows
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| I’m alone — lost in time
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| Human drone — lost in line
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| I tell myself — I ain’t got the skills
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| To help myself — I keep taking them happy pills
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| You’re all alone — just skin and bone
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| Your minds disintegrating
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| Help your-fucking-self
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| Coz no-one else will — you’re all alone
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| When the black dog bites in the dead of night
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| You’ll fall down to your knees
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| He’ll feed on your soul as your weakness grows
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| All consumed by your disease |