deep in the woods a funeral is swinging.
love is for fools and all fools are lovers
it's raining on my house and none of the others
love is for fools and God knows I'm still one
the sidewalks are full of love's lonely children
the sidewalks are full of love's lonely children
the sidewalks are full of love's lonely children
the sidewalks are full of love's ugly children
(oh baby let's go, ah pray for me baby, pray for me baby)
the sidewalk regrets that we had to kill them
and..
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