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A _ Poison oak, some boyhood _ .
D bravery When _ _ _
A a _ telephone was a tin can
D on a string.
And _ _ _ I fell asleep with you still talking
E to me.
_ _ You said you
A weren't afraid to die _ _ _
Dm _ _ .
A _ _ _ _
D _ _ _ .
A in _ Polaroids.
You were dressed in
D women's clothes.
_ _ _ _ Were
A you made ashamed while you locked them in
D a drawer?
_ _ _ _ _ .
F# Well, I
D don't think that I've ever loved you
E more.
_ _ _ _ _ Then when
A you turned away, when
D you slammed the door.
When you stole the car and drove
Bm towards Mexico.
And you
A wrote bad checks just
D to fill your arm.
I was young enough, I
Bm still believed in war.
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A _
D _ _ _
E Well, let the poets cry
F#m themselves to sleep.
D And _ _ _ all
E their tearful words would turn back into
D steam _ .
_ _ But
A me, I'm a single cell
D on a serpent's tongue.
There's a muddy field
Bm where a garden was.
And I'm glad
A you got away, but I'm still
D stuck out here.
My clothes are soaking wet from your
Bm brother's tears.
A _ _ And _ _ .
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D _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
A _ _ _ _ _ _ _
D _ .
_ _ _ _ _
E I never thought this life was possible.
F#m _ .
D You're _ _ _ _
E the yellow bird that
F# I've been waiting for.
D The _ _ _ end of
A paralysis, I was a statuette.
D Now I'm
F#m drunk
D as hell on
Bm a piano bench.
And when I
A press the keys, it all gets reversed.
D The sound of loneliness makes me happier _ .
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