Fool Acordes de ukelele

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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
 
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Come aloooong fool
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A 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
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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
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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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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
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A 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
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It's just on the tip of your tongue and you're so silent
 
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