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The Fool

I pass by wispy meadows That have always lined these roads I've got a dollar in my pocket And a dog who will follow me, Almost anywhere I let the sunshine deaden me With solar Novocain And my tear ducts that dried up A long, long time ago Don't despair if I'm not there You're better off without me and the burden I've become 'Cause if I stay this thing remains I'm sure you'd do the same I've worked the same job for a decade With nothing much to show Just a pension and some wisdom And a handful of bad memories So, forgive me if i leave you Without so much as a goodbye Your time is worth more than The dollar That I waisted For some cigarettes It seems unfair that you're still there While I'm leaving, This place that never wanted us For anything In my travels I have wandered Much more than two and fro And though I’m tired I regret that I am leaving here Just as I wandered home

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