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As I gave into temptation,
I've strayed across the line.
(Keep it under wraps in the cold store,
Put it to the back of your mind...
Put it to the back of your mind...)
But, by some miracle I just got away with it,
I've clawed it back again.
By some miracle I just got away with it,
I've clawed it back.
I'm crawling back again...
I'm crawling back again...
There's a black dog down in the basement,
It's barking at my name,
Snapping at my heels when I falter.
Kick it but it won't go away.
Kick it but it won't go away.
But, by some miracle I just got away with it,
I've clawed it back again.
By some miracle I just got away with it,
I've clawed it back.
I'm crawling back again...
I'm crawling back again...
(Put it back, put it back, put it where you found it!
Put it back, put it back, put it where you found it!
Put it back, put it back, put it where you found it!)
Original text by PHILIP SELWAY
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