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Fool

Apartment in New York, London and Paris

Where will we rest, were all livin' on top of it

Its all that we have the U.S.A. is our daily bread

And no one is willing to share itWhy cant we see our fortunancy

Living as legends have lived

Bane and dismannered, we coax all the time

Knowin' that nothin' is left when we dieCome along fool

A direct hit of the senses you are disconnected

Its not that its bad, its not that its death

Its just on the tip of your tongue and you're so silentWanting to live and laugh all the time

Sitting alone with you tea and your crime

Children with kids and people with parents

Any which way theres no past and no presence

When the day comes and all of them bums

Will reveal enchanting personsCome along fool

A direct hit of the senses you are disconnected

Its not that its bad, its not that its death

Its just that it's on the tip of your tongue and you're so silentWhen it's a rut and baby's no luck

Half of it's misunderstanding love

The war we have won, we're winning again

Within ourselves and within our friendsCome along fool

A direct hit of the senses you are disconnected

Its not that its bad, its not that its death

Its just that it's on the tip of your tongue and you're so silent

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