Cat Power – Fool (Guitar)

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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