Little Bird Chords by Eric Bachmann

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Along the crowded [E] road to _ _ ruin, _ _ _ [F#] _ _
_ Among [F#m] the throngs of [A] old clichés, _ _ _ _ _ _
_ A gentle bird of grace [E] and _ beauty _ _ _ _
[F#] _ _ Came [F#m] down to sing a [A] sweet refrain. _ _ _ _ _
[D] Won't you _ fly away _ [A] with me? _ _ _ _ _
Won't [D] you fly away _ [A] with me? _ _ _
_ _ _ _ She circled over through [E] the _ evening _
_ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ As we traveled [A] sorrow-bound _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ And offered up her [E] wings for _ _ using _ _ _ [F#m] But _ we could not lift off [A] the ground. _
_ _ _ _ Won't [D] you fly _ away _ [A] with me?
_ _ _ _ _ [D] Won't you fly _ away _ [A] with me? _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Cause nothing here ever [E]
changes, It's the same old thing [D] every _ day. _ _ _
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_ Don't you know, little [E] _
birdie, You're the only one _
[D] worth your weight. _ _ _
Some _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ people search _ every [E] _ corner _ To _ _
[F#m] _ _ find a place where they [A] belong. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Many fall back out [E] of _ order, _ _ _ _
[F#m] _ _ Many more go [A] down alone.
So _ won't you [D] _ fly _ away _ with [A] me? _ _ _ _ _
[D] Don't you fly away _ from _ me. _ _ _ _
_ _ Cause all the leaves in [E] the street Are blowing round and the [D] sky is grey. _ _ _
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_ And if you leave, I [E] believe, _ We'd all just wither and [D] fade _ away. _ _ _
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[A] _ Cause nothing here ever [E] changes, It's the same old thing [D] every _ day. _ _
Don't _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _
[A] _ _ you know, little _
[E] _ birdie, You're the only one [D] worth your weight. _ _ _ _
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