Isnt That What Friends Are For Chords by Bruce Cockburn

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_ _ _ _ Heavy northern autumn sky, _ [E] _ _ _ [Em] mist-hung forest, _ _ dark spruce, _ bright maple,
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and the great [A] lake rolling forever to the narrow grey beach.
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[D] _ _ _ _ I look west along the red road of [A] the frail sun
to where it hovers between the shelf of cloud and the [Em] spiky trees _ receding shore.
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_ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ _ The world is full of seasons _ of anguish, of laughter.
[Em] And _ _ _ it comes to mind [B] to write you this,
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nothing is sure, _ [A] _ _ _ nothing is pure.
[Em] _ _ _ _ And no matter who we think we are, _ [B] _ _ [Em] everybody gets a chance to [D] be nothing. _ _ _
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_ _ [D] _ _ _ Love's supposed to heal, but it [A] _ breaks my heart to feel the pain in your [Em] voice. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ But you know, _ [F#] it's all going [D] somewhere, _ _ _ _
and I would crush my heart and throw it in the street if I [E] could pay for your choice.
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_ _ [A] _ _ _ Isn't that what [Em] friends are for?
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_ [A] _ _ _ _ Isn't that what friends [Em] are for?
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_ _ _ We're the insect life of paradise,
_ [Em] _ _ _ crawl across leaf or among towering blades of grass,
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glimpse only [D] sometimes the amazing breadth of heaven.
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_ _ [Bm] _ _ You were as [D] loved as you were before the strangeness swept through our bodies,
our houses, _ [Em] our streets. _ _ _
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When we [G] could speak without codes,
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light swirled around like windblown petals _ at our [B] feet.
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_ _ [D] _ _ _ I've been scraping little shavings off my ration of light,
and I formed it into a ball, and each [Em] time I pack a bit more onto it. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ And I make a bowl of my [D] hands, and I scoop it from its secret cache under a loose board in the floor.
_ And I blow across it, and I send it to [E] you,
against those [Em] moments when the darkness blows under your door. _ _ _ _ _
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_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ Isn't that [A] what friends are _ for? _ _
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_ [A] _ _ _ _ Isn't that what _ [Em] friends are for? _ _ _
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_ _ [A] _ _ _ Isn't [B] that what _ [Em] friends are for? _ _ _
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