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 ...
Ooh it's god to me ...
And it's
Be in black, be in black, be in, be in black

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