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Born-Again Fool Written by - Roger Brown From - On Your Way Home He sits on a park bench And stares into space Thinking of his bright future That has now been erased He once loved a woman Whose love wasn't true Now all that remains Is a born-again fool Mistakes, he's made many In his passage of life But she was the first wrong He couldn't make right She left him no reason She left no excuse All she left was the shell Of a born-again fool Believin' that her love Would be his salvation But faith in her heart Proved to be his damnation Another false idol Another heart torn in two Oh, there's no one as lost As a born-again fool Well, he gave all she asked for She took all he had She made him her puppet With no strings attached He did all she wanted But he never knew She was only creatin' A born-again fool Believin' that her love Would be his salvation But faith in her heart Proved to be his damnation Another false idol Another heart torn in two Oh, there's no one as lost As a born-again fool He sits on a park bench Still wondering why As the whole world, unnoticing Passes him by Such a forlorn conclusion That his life led him to Betrayed and deceived He's a born-again fool ©Black In the Saddle Songs |