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Fool ukulele

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Fool

Am            C                       (x4)
e|------x-------x--|
B|-1----1--1----1--|
G|--2-0-0---2-0-0--|
D|---2--2----2--2--|
A|------3-------3--|
E|------x-------x--|


Am           C         Am         C       
Apartment in New York, London and Paris,
 Am            C               F
where will we rest, we’re all living on top of it 
Am              C            Am              C        
It’s all that we have the USA is our daily bread,
Am            C           F
and no one is willing to share it 

Am           C          Am   C  
Why can’t we see our fortunancy 
Am          C           F
living as legends have lived 
Am           C           Am            C     
Bane and dismannered, we coax all the time
Am            C               F
knowing that nothing is left when we die 

       Am   C   Am    C
Come aloooong    fool 
 Am       C          G              F
A direct hit of the senses you 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          G            F  
    It’s just on the tip of your tongue, and you're so silent 

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

       Am   C   Am    C
Come aloooong    fool 
 Am       C          G              F
A direct hit of the senses you 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          G            F  
    It’s just on the tip of your tongue, and you're so silent 

Am           C      Am         C     
When it's a rut and baby's no luck,
Am            C        F
half of it's misunderstanding love 
    Am          C         Am         C      
The war we have won we're winning again,
Am         C          F
within ourselves and within our friends 

       Am   C   Am    C
Come aloooong    fool 
 Am       C          G              F
A direct hit of the senses you 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          G            F  
    It’s just on the tip of your tongue, and you're so silent 

Am               C                Am               C        

Am                C                     F

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