Fool
F#m A (x4)
e|------x-------x--|
B|-1----1--1----1--|
G|--2-0-0---2-0-0--|
D|---2--2----2--2--|
A|------3-------3--|
E|------x-------x--|
F#m A F#m A
Apartment in New York, London and Paris,
F#m A D
where will we rest, we’re all living on top of it
F#m A F#m A
It’s all that we have the USA is our daily bread,
F#m A D
and no one is willing to share it
F#m A F#m A
Why can’t we see our fortunancy
F#m A D
living as legends have lived
F#m A F#m A
Bane and dismannered, we coax all the time
F#m A D
knowing that nothing is left when we die
[Chorus]
F#m A F#m A
Come aloooong fool
F#m A E D
F# direct hit of the senses you are disconnected
F#m A
It’s not that it’s bad…
F#m A F#m A
it’s not that it’s death
F#m A F#m A E D
It’s just on the tip of your tongue, and you're so silent
F#m A F#m A
Wanting to live and laugh all the time,
F#m A D
sitting alone with you tea and your crime
F#m A F#m A
Children with kids, and people with parents,
F#m A D
any which way there’s no past and no presence
F#m A F#m A
When the day comes and all of them bums
F#m A D
will reveal enchanting persons
F#m A F#m A
Come aloooong fool
F#m A E D
F# direct hit of the senses you are disconnected
F#m A
It’s not that it’s bad…
F#m A F#m A
it’s not that it’s death
F#m A F#m A E D
It’s just on the tip of your tongue, and you're so silent
[Chorus]
F#m A F#m A
When it's a rut and baby's no luck,
F#m A D
half of it's misunderstanding love
F#m A F#m A
The war we have won we're winning again,
F#m A D
within ourselves and within our friends
F#m A F#m A
Come aloooong fool
F#m A E D
F# direct hit of the senses you are disconnected
F#m A
It’s not that it’s bad…
F#m A F#m A
it’s not that it’s death
F#m A F#m A E D
It’s just on the tip of your tongue, and you're so silent
[F#m A F#m C]
[F#m A F]
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