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I'll be your fool. I'll be your lovin' loser, |
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I'll be your ridicule |
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I'll be the one you make fun of |
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When all your plans fall through. |
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Because you shure need a fool |
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I'm not alone. I've seen the one's you run to |
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I've known the ones you've known |
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I've seen the ones you come to |
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When you leave your happy home |
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No, I'm not alone. |
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All Fools must fall. Some of them get up again |
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Some are made to crawl |
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Some of them hang on a limb |
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Some sit on the wall |
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But all fools must fall. |
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But before I fall |
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I'll run right down your narrow hall |
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And warn your other gentlemen |
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Yeah, before I fall |
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I'll stand up on your garden wall |
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Faithful 'til then. |
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I'll be your fool. I'll be your lovin' loser, |
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I'll be your ridicule |
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I'll be the one you make fun of |
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When all your plans fall through. |
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Because you shure need a fool |
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You shure need a fool |
