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Just Like a Fool


Nico




Worn out like flannel in the dessert heat
Missed out on the first round of the gene pool
You walked out with fire in your mouth
I'm trying to forget the last thing that you said -

I'd be a fool, to say you missed me.
I'd be a fool, to say you love me.
I'd be a fool to love.

What was it that you said about forever?
Dreams of getting out, I'm moving through.
What was it you said, when the devil told me
that beauty was decieving,
Eiether the well was deep, or you fall very slow.

You's be a fool, to say you missed me.
You'd be a fool, to say you loved me.
You'd be a fool to love.

Burn you like vodka,
Taste you like stone,
Smell it till I've forgotten,
Whatever it was you said.

Oh my, oh no. Oh my, oh no.