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Foolkiller
F#mOnce there was a boy who left the bed he C#maj7slept in. F#mAnd he ran away 'cause he felt life wasC#maj7 cruel. A killer of Dfools was walking close beBmhind him. The boy was afraid that F#mhe'd be thought a C#mfool. F#
Oh the Dfoolkiller is a Bmgiant they say. He Dchops down a fool and he Ggoes on his Dwa-ay-D7ay. GBetter runaway F#mboy wasG a runaway F#mboy. Very Gmuch Alike F#myou.
So he climed the hills and roamed the woods and valleys. Just get up and go became his golden rule. A killer of fools was walking in the shadows. The boy was afraid that he'd be thought a fool. Then there came a day a man and woman found him. Lovingly they smiled and then they called him son. No more did he fear that wicked old fool killer. I know that it's true because I was the one Oh the foolkiller is a giant they say. He chops down a fool and he goes on his wa-ay-ay. Well who was the fool tell me the boy in his bed Or the boy who used to roam Runaway boy listen, runaway boy better go on home. by: José Duarte jtduarte1@netcabo.pt