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The Lyrics of Terry Hubbard |
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Fools Paradise |
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written 1992 © 1992 -2010 by Terry Hubbard
Welcome to fools paradise, where
they sell the Truth in a pack of lies, and
you can’t run away, and there’s no place to stay, somehow you must live ‘'til you die. Well you can have anything at all, if
the price is right, and you take the fall. You can satisfy your every need if
you don’t mind makin’
little children bleed. It’s a fools’ paradise with death in the skies, and fools have no eyes to see. Do you see the ones in the fancy dress? Playin’
the illusion of happiness. They don’t know, they won’t see, the
actual state of reality. It’s a fools’ paradise, where fools will despise all children's cries to be free. Do you hear the sound of the marchin’ drums, playin’
to the rhythm of loaded guns. The storm is near, the winds are high, the
Earth is shakin’ and you don’t know why. It’s a fools’ paradise where the deeds of the wise are such a surprise to see. Tomorrow is a brand new day, no
fools left from yesterday. Today we live on given time, sortin’ out the confusion in the rhythm and rhyme. It’s
a fools’ paradise, where a fools own disguise, reflects
only the lies that he sees.
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