Your walls are lined with pictures of your triumphs through the years
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Your doors are bolted tight against all wordly want and fear
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But you left your passion and your pain with your first love back in school
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You fool, you fool
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In your penthouse high from the dirty streets, I swear you'll never find
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The answers to the questions that muddy up your mind
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For your window shades are drawn upon the wicked and the cruel
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You fool, you fool
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You give your share to charities without a second thought
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And you are kind to animals for that's what you've been taught
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But all your real emotion you proudly overrule
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You fool, you fool
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You've planned your life so carefully for society's delight
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And still you can't quite understand why things just don't seem right
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It's a love like fresh out homemade bread set aside to cool
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You fool, you fool . . .
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You Fool
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| Eddy Arnold |
