Fool's Paradise

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Run, run,
Run away
From a boring life
To a sweet escape
Where the water flows
And the angels sing
Where no one’s poor
But you’re still king
Where the phoenix bathes
And the gold runs thick
And the children play
And the clock won’t tick

Run, run,
Run away
From the same routine
And your same old ways
But the oil won’t help
On the rusted tin
‘Cause you sold your soul
And ate your sin
And now you fall
As the eagle screams
To Davy Jones’ locker
In search of your dreams.





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