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Deep in The Woods

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Mmmmmmmmmm...

The woods eats the woman and dumps her honey-body in the mud
Her dress floats down the well and it assumes the shape of the body of a
Little girl

Yeah I recognize that girl
She stumbled in some time last loneliness
But I could not stand to touch her now
My one and onlyness.

Deep in the woods
Deep in the woods
Deep in the woods a funeral is swinging.

Worms make their cruel design
Saying d-i-e into her skin
Saying dead into belly and death into shoulder
Well last night she kissed me but than death was upon her.

Deep in the woods
Deep in the woods yeah
Deep in the woods a funeral is swinging.

Now the killed waits for the killer
And the trees all nod their heads, they are agreed
This knife feels like a knife feels like a knife that feels like it’s feed.
Yeah I recognize that girl
I took her from rags right through to stitches (pray for me now)
Oh baby, tonight we sleep in separate ditches.

Deep in the woods
Deep in the woods yeah
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
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