FOOLS (Blackmore/Gillan/Glover/Lord/Paice) I'm crying, I'm dying... I can see what's wrong with me It's in my head I can see what's gonna be As I lie in my bed Man is not my brotherhood I am of the dead I died as I lived as I loved and was born On some distant hill The reasons to hide were the reasons I cried Fools pass laughing still. There can be bad blood in all I can see It's in my brain You don't know the pain I feel As I must live again Rocks and stones can't bruise my soul but Tears will leave a stain They smile to themselves as they lay down my head On some distant hill The blind and the child sweep a tear from their eye Fools smile as they kill. I got my own way to go and now I want To take your minds I believe if you could see The blood between the lines I believe that you could be A better kind Please lead the way so the unborn can play On some greener hill Laugh as the flames eat their burning remains Fools die laughing still.
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