The black dog
He isn't going away
He has found his calling
One more time in the bad
The black dog
He sniffs up in the air
It is good to breathe again
After months of hiding
The aroma feels the air
It brings back the memories
Once it was so good to live by
The good living doing bad
The black dog
Now he can stand proud
Once again on the high
The good living doing bad
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