 Try not to think about it.
Get dressed and come out tonight.
You've been through this before and you know it's gonna' be alright.
But you can't go out like that.
Tuck in your shirt and comb your hair back.
If you feel like crying just turn away until the feelings pass.
Oh, poor fool (poor fool).
Oh, poor fool (poor fool).
No will to live, no will to choose, poor fool.
Now the heart is a tricky thing.
Yours, more than most.
You spend your whole life wandering with a look on your face like you've seen a ghost.
This ain't no haunting.
And though it's no ordinary hurt,
after all these years, you should know better, but you never learn.
Oh, poor fool (poor fool).
Oh, poor fool (poor fool).
No will to live, no will to choose, poor fool.
Now I think you like it.
Better yet, I know you do.
You fuss and you fight it, but your just an ordinary fool.
So tuck your head back, close your eyes and take a long, deep breath.
You're gonna' be alright, you just gotta' learn to try to forget.
Oh, poor fool (poor fool).
Oh, poor fool (poor fool).
No will to live, no will to choose, poor fool.
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