My Little Black Dog

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He's there again
On my shoulder
Making me feel bad
Making me feel sad

He sits on my shoulder often now
Now the kids are gone
Now I'm all alone

He's there morning to night
From breakfast to tea
Always there for me
The medicines try to shoo him away
But he comes back anyway

People say Smile!
I say it's not that easy...

No, he'll always be there
My little black dog

He doesn't want a walk or a pet
All he wants is me to cry and regret

It's not his fault
He's my little black dog
One of a kind
All mine

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