Father John Misty – I Guess Time Just Makes Fools Of Us All (Guitar)

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Our naked bodies go on trial

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Just for laughing at the joke

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Just for saying of the bargain

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What any salesgirl already knows

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Most of us old men die at the firing line

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Just waiting for our number to be called

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I guess time just makes fools of us all

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Now the king regales his stepsons

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When he's loaded as a gun

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Says, "A real man is like a country

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You need a map to find your one"

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Now why do you suppose you must approach the throne

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With its back up against the wall?

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I guess time just makes fools of us all

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The greatish minds of my generation

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Gladly conscripted in war

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Of defending any goliath

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That would deign darken the door

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Now with your genius for picking battles

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It's no wonder every helmet is too small

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I guess time just makes fools of us all

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Mm, I guess time just makes fools of us all

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   My drink is watered down

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   The champ is on his knees

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He lost the rematch, he lost the comeback

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He lost for charity

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But that's the job

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   It's what gets the asses in the hall

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They came for a beating

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   Hmm, and he came to brawl

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Go and serve your client notice

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That of all the young gods I have known

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Yours is easily the least famous

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To turn down the cover of a Rolling Stone

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Lily white faces so familiar

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And yet impossible to recall

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I guess time just makes fools of us all

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After a millennia of good times

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God said, "Hey now, let's have a dream

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Where we raise the stakes a little

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Come on, let's make things interesting"

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Parachute into the Anthropocene

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An amnesiac, a himbo Ken doll

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I guess time does make fools of us all

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I killed a rattlesnake this morning

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It was coiled up behind the truck

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Put it in reverse and hit him clean

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But something he said went in and stuck

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"Hey I can sell you a million records

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I mean your image could use an overhaul

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Don't you know time just makes fools of us all"

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   The headlights headed southbound

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   The loser's exodus

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That's where you'll find me in Las Vegas

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Doing my greatest hits

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Me and Dixie

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   We had ourselves a ball

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I followed my dreams

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   And my dreams said to crawl

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   The groom is a liar

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   And the bride is a shill

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The priest says, "If these two don't make it

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Who among us ever will?"

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Don't ask the love you dare for a prediction

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Wherein the lovers of tomorrow are involved

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I guess time just makes fools of us all

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Oh, I guess time just makes fools of us all

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Oh, I guess time just makes fools of us all