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You wanted to be so proud of me
But I wouldn't let you
You bought me the best of everything
Still I didn't respect you
I didn't get good grades in school
Cause getting high was much, much, much more cool
But still you knew
That your son he couldn't possibly
Well he couldn't be a fool

You wanted my life to be
So much better than yours
But found you couldn't buy happiness
From a store
Which way to turn
Which way to give him more and more and more
Hey, just tell me you love me
Little boys have to know for sure
The era I was in was full of indecision
The world around me seemed to need to be revised
And Uncle Sam and all the rest . . .Well . . .
They considered me a fool
And used you as a tool

Just want to say thank you
Since it seems before I never could
Your beliefs and your virtues helped me
More than I thought they would
But there's just one thing
I feel needs to be understood (And that's that)
There's more than one way to make it baby
And your way ain't no good for me

My life might seem like fantasy (to you)
But I've got to try, oh can't you see
And maybe in the end I'll find that the fool
I'll find the fool was me
I'll find the fool was me
I'll find the fool was me
I'll find the fool was me
Oh, am I the fool?