How I hate the Queen of Pentacles!
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Sitting on her golden throne
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In her domestic tyranny
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All roads lead back to her alone.
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The whole wide world is a great big drain
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And the vortex is her heart.
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Her needs and wants and
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Wishes and whims
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All take precedence on this chart.
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But what do I know?
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My card’s the fool, the fool, the fool
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That merry rootless man,
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With air beneath my footstep
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And providence as my plan.
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Providence as my plan.
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Oh it’s such expensive innocence!
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Never knowing any cost.
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She throws around her finery
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For us to fetch when it gets lost.
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But what do I know?
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My card’s the Fool! The fool, the fool.
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That merry rootless man.
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With air beneath my footstep
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And providence as my plan.
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Providence as my plan.
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Fool's Complaint
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| Suzanne Vega |
