Fool
A#m C# (x4)
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Apartment in New York, London and Paris,
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where will we rest, we’re all living on top of it
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It’s all that we have the USA is our daily bread,
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and no one is willing to share it
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Why can’t we see our fortunancy
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living as legends have lived
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Bane and dismannered, we coax all the time
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knowing that nothing is left when we die
[Chorus]
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Come aloooong fool
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A# direct hit of the senses you are disconnected
A#m C#
It’s not that it’s bad…
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it’s not that it’s death
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It’s just on the tip of your tongue, and you're so silent
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Wanting to live and laugh all the time,
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sitting alone with you tea and your crime
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Children with kids, and people with parents,
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any which way there’s no past and no presence
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When the day comes and all of them bums
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will reveal enchanting persons
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Come aloooong fool
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A# direct hit of the senses you are disconnected
A#m C#
It’s not that it’s bad…
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it’s not that it’s death
A#m C# A#m C# G# F#
It’s just on the tip of your tongue, and you're so silent
[Chorus]
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When it's a rut and baby's no luck,
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half of it's misunderstanding love
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The war we have won we're winning again,
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within ourselves and within our friends
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Come aloooong fool
A#m C# G# F#
A# direct hit of the senses you are disconnected
A#m C#
It’s not that it’s bad…
A#m C# A#m C#
it’s not that it’s death
A#m C# A#m C# G# F#
It’s just on the tip of your tongue, and you're so silent
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[A#m C# F]
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