Think I'm getting over him
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The sap is risin' in the tree
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The blood is runnin' in my heart
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Brings desire back to me
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I wonder who will the next fool be
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There is a Spanish boy who also rides the A train
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I want to tag him like a tiger
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So I can track him as he moves around the city
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So I can guard him like an angel
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I wonder who will the next fool be
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I wonder who will the next fool be
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I got no more tears to cry
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I can see it in the sky
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In a bedroom by and by
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I know it's comin' (oh yeah, ooh ooh)
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I wonder who will the next fool be
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I wonder who will the next fool be
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I go out to the bars where the hearts are full of scars
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And I lay mine out in the neon light
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It's ragged and it's worn but it's about to be reborn
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Honey, are you gonna take me home tonight?
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When I meet each man I know
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I look him deeply in the eye
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Will it be a sweet old friend
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Or a pretty little stranger passin' by?
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I wonder who will the next fool be
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I wonder who will the next fool be
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I wonder who will the next fool be
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I wonder who will the next fool be
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… will the next fool be
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I wonder who will the next fool be
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Pretty Little Stranger
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| Joan Osborne |
