It's so hard To get love Jump and push and shove To get the hand in glove So it seems That things are in your dreams So it's said Things get done in bed
It's so hard To walk tall To be unlike like a doll To walk and not to crawl So it's said All our life is dead So it seems All our life is dreams
A poem in the head Of a poet that's dead
Walk walk walk walk Walk/up/up/walk
Oh it's God to me Oh it's God to me Oh it's God to me
And it's Be in black, be in black, be in, be in black
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