Fool

[Am]A dying fl[D]ame 
[Bm]you‘re free [Em]again 
[Am7]who could [D]love 
[G]and do that to you. 
 
[Am7]All dressed in b[D]lack 
[Bm]he won‘t be com[Em]ing back. 
[Am7]Save your [D]tears 
[Esus4]you‘ve got years and ye[E7]ars. 
 
[Am7]The pains of se[D]venteens 
[Bm]unreal, they‘re on[Em]ly dreams. 
[Am7]Save your cryi[D]ng 
for the [Esus4]day.[E7] 
 
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[Am7]Fool, if you think it‘s [D]over, 
[G]‘cos you said goodb[Em]ye. 
[Am7]Fool, if you think it‘s [D]over, 
I‘ll tell you [Esus4]why.[E7] 
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[Am7]New born eyes always [D]cry with pain 
at the [G]first look at the morning [Em]sun 
[Am7]Fool, if you think it‘s [D]over, 
it‘s just be[Esus4]gun.[E7] 
 
[Am]Miss teenage [D]dream 
[Bm]Such a tragic s[Em]cene 
[Am7]he knocked your [D]crown 
[G]and ran away. 
 
[Am7]First wound of p[D]ride 
[Bm]but how you cri[Em]ed and cried 
[Am7]but save your [D]tears 
[Esus4]you‘ve years and [E7]years. 
 
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