Holy Fool

I could kiss the she-fire
Just like a holy, holy fool
I could never think too much
Just like that holy, holy fool

I could see a bright bright future
In the bottom of this coffee cup
I could spring up and down, up
And down

Just like a jet boy out of school
Holy fool

Take me there
Breath the air
Take me there
Breath the air

I could pick up the pieces
And try to play the rules
I could dig down deeper and
Deeper

Like a holy holy fool
I could think there’s no
Judgment
No control, no control, no

I could think the best times ahead
Now
Like a holy, holy fool
Holy fool

Take me there
Breath the air
Take me there
Breath the air

Breath the air
Breath the air
Breath the air
Breath the air

Holy fool

Kiss the she-fire
Holy fool
Kiss the she-fire
Holy fool
Kiss the she-fire
Holy fool

Kiss the she-fire
Kiss the she-fire
Kiss the she-fire
Kiss the she-fire

Kiss the she-fire
Holy fool
Kiss the she-fire
Holy fool
Kiss the she-fire
Holy fool
Kiss the she-fire
Holy fool
Kiss the she-fire
Holy fool
Kiss the she-fire
Holy fool
Kiss the she-fire
Holy fool

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