These are the thoughts that keep me up at night
I sleep with the dogs, all bark and no bite
In love with a fool, feasting for my eyes
Fern Dell, Fern Dell
I thought I knew you well
Follow the kicks and punches with the rest
Rearranged the furniture, hoping it would make more sense
But it didn't make a difference, it only made a bigger mess
Fern Dell, Fern Dell
I thought I knew you well
Here comes Malone fresh in from the cure
Slaughtered the sheep lined up on my windowsill
Something's gotta hold on me
Regrettably you never will
Fern Dell, Fern Dell
Oh, Fern Dell, Fern Dell
I thought I knew you well
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