(intro 2x) Bb D#m
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Bb D#m
Fools On Parade
Gm
Cavort and carry on
Dm
For waiting eyes,
Cm Dm
Ones you would rather be beside than in front of
Cm Dm
But shes never been the kind to be hollowed by the stares.
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Gm Dm Bb
She swam out of tonights fantasm
Grabbed my hand and made it very clear
There's absolutely nothing for us here
It's a magnolia celebration to be attempted on a wednesday night
It's better that than get a reputation as a miserable little tyke
Gm Bb Dm
At least that's the conclusion she came to in this overture
Dm Gm
The secret door swings behind us
Cm
shes saying nothing
Bb Dm
She's just giggling along
Gm Dm Bb
Her arms were folded most indignant
Not looking like she was soon to leave
I had to squint in order to believe
And then like a butler pushing on a bookshelf
And unveiling the unexpected
I who was earlier reluctant was suddenly embarrassed and corrected.
Gm Bb Dm
How could such a creature survive in such a habitat
Dm Gm
The secret door swings behind us
Cm
She's saying nothing
Gm Gm Bb Dm
She's just giggling along
Dm Gm
And even if they were to find us
Cm Dm
I wouldn't notice, i'm completely occupied
F
at all the
Bb D#m
Fools On Parade
Gm
Cavort and carry on
Dm
for waiting eyes,
Cm Dm
Ones you would rather be beside than in front of
Cm F
But shes never been the kind to be hollowed by the stares.
Fools on parade
Frolic and f*ck about to make a gaze
Turn to a scribble on a page by a picture,
That holds her absence
But you're daft to think she'd care
Fools on parade
Fools on parade F
Fools on parade ...... to singalong