High August moon
The light coming into my room
Dead winter leaves
The sound of the wind through the trees
I thought by now we'd be on
We'd be further on
I'm telling everyone that you're
The only one haven't I been a fool

Tell the funeral man
I don't like powder on my face
Tell the policeman
To break a law, well that's no disgrace
Tell the doctor too
That his medicine is far too good
Tell the baker man
That the bread that he bakes tastes like wood
Haven't I been a fool tell everybody
Don't come knocking on my door
Tell everyone
That a long line has been drawn
Tell the back-stabbers too
That their knives are too blunt
I'm telling everyone
You're the one, you're the one that I want
Haven't I been a fool

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