Fool

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D|---2--2----2--2--| 
A|------3-------3--| 
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Apartment in New York, London and 
 C
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
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 our daily bread,
Am            C           F
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 
       C
all the time
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knowing that nothing is left when we
 die

[Chorus]
       Am   C   Am    C
Come aloooong    fool
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A direct hit of the senses you 
   F
are disconnected
                    Am     C
It’s not that it’s bad…
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Am        C              Am     C
     it’s not that it’s death
Am  C         Am      C         
    It’s just on the tip of your
 G            F
 tongue, and you're so silent

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Wanting to live and laugh all the 
  C
time,
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sitting alone with you tea and your 
crime
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Children with kids, and people 
     C
with parents,
Am          C            F
any which way there’s no past and no
 presence
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When the day comes and all of 
     C
them bums
Am        C         F
will reveal enchanting persons

       Am   C   Am    C
Come aloooong    fool
 Am       C          G           
A direct hit of the senses you 
   F
are disconnected
                    Am     C
It’s not that it’s bad…
Am        C              Am     C
     it’s not that it’s death
Am  C         Am      C         
    It’s just on the tip of your
 G            F
 tongue, and you're so silent

[Chorus]
Am           C      Am         C
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
    C
 again,
Am         C          F
within ourselves and within our 
friends

       Am   C   Am    C
Come aloooong    fool
 Am       C          G           
A direct hit of the senses you 
   F
are disconnected
                    Am     C
It’s not that it’s bad…
Am        C              Am     C
     it’s not that it’s death
Am  C         Am      C         
    It’s just on the tip of your
 G            F
 tongue, and you're so silent

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