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She’s a fool

She’s a fool

She’s a fool

She’s a fool, fool, fool, fool

Everything is better when you’re cheering for the winner

When you’re cheering for the winner, then the song remains the same

She’s a fool

She’s a fool

She’s a fool

She’s a fool, fool, fool, fool

Home, in an aisle of cans and bags

Home, in a tent-house made of rags

Home, in a hate you cannot see

Home, in a recollection

Got to understand the past to find direction

Everything is better when you’re cheering for the winner

When you’re cheering for the winner, the song remains the same

She’s a fool

She’s a fool

She’s a fool

She’s a fool, fool, fool, fool