A Feast Of Friends Chords by Jim Morrison

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_ [F] _ _ _ _ Wow, I'm sick of [Eb] doubt.
_ Live in light of certain south [D] cruel bindings.
_ The servants have [Cm] the power.
Dog men and their mean women [Db] pulling poor blankets over [Dbm] our sailors.
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_ [Gm] I'm sick of dour faces staring at me from [F] the TV tower. _ _ _ _ _
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[Dm] I want [D] roses in my garden, Bower, dig?
Royal [Cm] babies, rubies, must now replace [Dbm] aborted strangers in the mud. _ _
_ [D] _ _ These mutants, [Gm] blood meal from the plant that's ploughed. _ _
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_ [F] They are waiting to take us into the [Bb] severed garden.
_ You know how pale and [Eb] wanton, frillful comes death in a strange hour?
_ [Ab] _ Unannounced, unplanned for, _ [Bb] like a scaring, over-friendly guest [Cm] you've brought to bed.
[D] _ _ Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as raven's claws.
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_ [G] _ _ [B] _ _ _ No more money, [Abm] no more fancy [Cm] dress.
This other kingdom seems by far the best [Bb] until its other jaw reveals incest and [Ab] loose obedience to a vegetable law.
_ [Gm] _ _ I will not go.
_ _ [D] Prefer a feast of friends to the giant family.
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