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The Foolish Fooling The Fool


You say I'm scared, maybe you're right
But I'm not scared of you
Just whisper your tiniest little secrets to me
And I'll tell you nothing but lies
Staying silent, appearing knowing
Don't be fooled
The foolish game repeats itself without a pause
A perfect articulation
I'm not sorry you were fooled







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