The Fooler

Album: The Fooler (2023)
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  • I really thought
    That I could find you again,
    City blocks
    Where we played pretend
    Instead of streets
    They all seem like dead ends
    Sometimes reverie is
    Not your friend
    Has anyone
    ever walked from
    The lacuna
    Of a street lamp's halo
    Out of shadows
    Steps you,
    The Fooler

    Hot and cold
    Cool and cooler
    I am the fool
    And you are The Fooler

    This vacant street is just
    a time piece
    Empty time and empty space
    Lying hands
    on a damaged face
    Tension never leading to relief
    Well here's a heart,
    You're still it's ruler
    I'd wound it so tight
    You're it's unspooler
    Yeah, that's you
    You are The Fooler

    Hot and cold
    Cool and cooler
    I am the fool
    And you are The Fooler Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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