Portugal. The Man

Just a Fool

Portugal. The Man

American Ghetto


Like everyone around, he claimed to see
He was beautiful, but not like me
He saw everything, everyone all around me
Still he stood up really tall
And he looked down below
He saw many people, many things he'd never seen before

But he was just a fool
That's all he'd ever be
Just a fool
That's all he'd ever Be

There were two of us and two of them
And two of you and two of me
Up inside that tree
And we were trying hard, trying hard to see

But he was just a fool
And that's all he'd ever be
Just a fool
That's all he'd ever be
And there's nothing beautiful in me

We were shaken from the branch
Fallen from the tree
And we were not quite sure just what we had seen
So we climbed up really high
And we tried hard to see
And there were many people, many things
That looked just like you and me

But he was just a fool
And that's all he'd ever be
Just a fool
That's all he'd ever be
And there's nothing beautiful in me
Still everyone around knows he's the fool
He was just a fool
And that's all he'd ever be
Just a fool
That's all he'd ever be
Still there's nothing beautiful in me

Composição: John Gourley

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