Another day the same old way,
another journey of the feet,
another day we cannot say
we feel a way to be discrete.
I pity the fool.
I pity the fool.
The same old rails to roll along,
the same cold fails to celebrate
the same old boss' eager throng
without the will to denigrate.
I pity the fool.
I pity the fool.
For every battle put on hold
and every story never told
and every wasted daily try
to stand apart and not to cry,
for every hammered heartfelt blow
and every script we'll never know...
For every heartbeat, beating cruel,
I pity the Fool.
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