Nhạc sĩ: John R. Miller
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This one's called Garden of Fools.One, two, three.Well, to look at himIs to see through himBut in the right kind of lightHe's a lie that you keep tellingYou were looking for some faithWhile he was looking for a favorAnd dreaming of a wayTo let you downAnd you never knewCause nobody told youWell, it's easy nowTo see how we regretThe things that we don't doBut if you're going out tonightDon't forget to kill the forceLike you couldn't reach downIn the Garden of FoolsHe convinced youThere was no otherAnd you believe that he was busyEach time that he was calling herAnd the station comes in crystal clearIt's just static in the queueYour sad song waiting to be playedYou never knewCause nobody told youIt's easy nowTo see how we regretThe things that we don't doBut if you're going out tonightDon't forget to kill the forceLike you couldn't reach downIn the Garden of FoolsYep.guitar sologuitar soloSometimes all signs point to thingsWe may never learnHiding from the truthWhile the whole fire's burnedWell, nobody can show youWhat you refuse to seeBut you're gonna find someone to blameYou never knewCause nobody told youIt's easy now to see how weRegret the things that we don't doBut if you're going out tonightDon't forget to kill the porch lightPutting the roots downIn the garden of foolsPutting the roots downIn the garden of foolsIn the garden of fools