The Unfairness Of Angels
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A fool-fooling
I am ever going wake
Am I still here?
It's an early afternoon
I see rivers, meadows
Like the truths of winter
I'm not alone
My eyes to the crowd
No mystery here
A fool fooling
They've Broken bridges
oceans, forests, mountains
gathered to tell me
I'm a fool fooling
A fool, fooling who?
Them? Me? You?
Will I ever wake?
Exhausted, so exhumed
I respect the choices
I'll pay, I'll pay
To break the fool
It's a long way to fool
I'm a fool fooling
Am I still here?
It's an early afternoon
I see rivers, meadows
Like the truths of winter
I'm not alone
My eyes to the crowd
No mystery here
A fool fooling
They've Broken bridges
oceans, forests, mountains
gathered to tell me
I'm a fool fooling
A fool, fooling who?
Them? Me? You?
Will I ever wake?
Exhausted, so exhumed
I respect the choices
I'll pay, I'll pay
To break the fool
It's a long way to fool
I'm a fool fooling
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A fool-fooling
A fool-fooling