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Black Dog On My Shoulder - Manic Street Preachers

(Winston Churchill called his depression his 'black dog'...)

There's a black dog on my shoulder again
Licking my neck and saying she's my friend
Solitude the one thing that I really miss
I guess my life is a compromise

There's a black dog on my shoulder again
I'm playing with it but its gone to my head
Like Carlito's Way there are no exit signs
Freeze me there until I am numb

My mouth is so dry
My eyes are shut tight
There's a black dog a-coming tonight
Black dog's a-coming tonight

My dilemma but not my choice
Winston Churchill can you hear my voice?
Melodrama there in my kitchen sink
Double vision the way it is

Am I coming home to you again?
Or am I stupid just by design?
Does it matter if you really ever know?
This black dog is out of control

My mouth is so dry
My eyes are shut tight
There's a black dog a-coming tonight
Black dog's a-coming tonight

Am I coming home to you again?
Or am I stupid just by design?
Does it matter if you really ever know?
This black dog is out of control

My mouth is so dry
My eyes are shut tight
There's a black dog a-coming tonight
Black dog's a-coming tonight

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