Chords for A Speculative Fiction

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[Bm] _ _ [D] _ _ A _ _ _ new [C] iron curtain drawn across the _ 49th parable _ _ hill.
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_ An optimal man in times as we excel. _ _ _
_ All [C] American _ _ _ _ dignitaries and the shul are _ _ nationwide.
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Travel and battle we for any others left _ inside. _ _ _
_ _ [C] _ _ Nowhere to run, _ _ nowhere to hide.
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_ The bullet shells of Southbound Traffic _ play.
_ Still on the line for coal.
Still _ on the line for [C] coal.
_ _ Stretch of wood green _ [D] interstate.
Stretch of wood [E] green.
_ _ _ [C] Stuff is all for [E] below.
Stuff is all for _ [C] below.
_ _ Although the child _ [D] remains,
parts of the cat are [E] right. _ _ _ _
_ This stupid fucking little box for just a spare. _ _ _ _
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And when you face that six-four cubit sandal, sir, _ _ _ _ _
a shepherd's sling and foxholes in a hat. _ _ _ _
A battle of eight kings, twelve [A] lives in a _ hatch. _ _ _
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_ _ _ We don't care if one day's destroyed.
_ We'll _ _ _ _ _ _ never conquer Chile.
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_ _ _ We'll take the whole fucking world [D] down. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [E] _ But that's in [D] flames.
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[D] _ _ _ [D] Just [E] a speck of _ fiction.
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_ _ _ [E] _ The cops won't [D] lie.
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[D] _ _ _ We've [E] got at least fifty years [D] left.
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_ _ [D] _ [E] Till you let it be said. _ _ _ _ _ _
Murals on West Broadway might be made.
_ [D] _ _ _ _ And we wave goodbye to your sad childish [E]
rephrase.
_ _ _ _ _ In exchange for rather _ stupid _ alibis.
_ [D] _ _ _ _ But you [Em] can have my guns when you pry [C] _ _ them from [E] my _ [D] _ _ _ golden _ hands.
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Just a speck of fiction. _ _
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