Fool
C#m E (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
C#m E B A
C# direct hit of the senses you are disconnected
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It’s not that it’s bad…
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it’s not that it’s death
C#m E C#m E B A
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
C#m E B A
C# direct hit of the senses you are disconnected
C#m E
It’s not that it’s bad…
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it’s not that it’s death
C#m E C#m E B A
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,
C#m E A
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
C#m E B A
C# direct hit of the senses you are disconnected
C#m E
It’s not that it’s bad…
C#m E C#m E
it’s not that it’s death
C#m E C#m E B A
It’s just on the tip of your tongue, and you're so silent
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