One Headlight chords

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G So long ago, D I don't remember when, F# that's when they said I lost D my only friend.
G But since she died D easy of a broken heart F# disease, I listened through the Bm cemetery D trees.
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G I see the sun coming up D at the funeral at dawn, F# with the lawn mowing on Bm a human D lawn.
G That would always seem such D a wish, she always had a pretty F# face, I wondered why she hung Bm around this place.
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G Hey, come on travel D now, last evening's E for all, G got to be A something better than G him and you, me and D Cinderella.
Put it all E together, Bm we can drive it _ A home.
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_ _ _ D G What am I _ .
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Bm _ _ Em She D says G it's cold, it feels D like Independence Day, F# I can't break away from D this parade.
_ G But the stops are being opened, D and somewhere here in front of F# me, through this maze of Bm ugliness and greed.
G I see the sun up ahead D at the counter line bridge, F# saying all this good and nothing, Bm this is bad.
C#m G I wonder if she's had a D threat, she ran until there's nothing, F# she hit the end, it's just too B late, no A match.
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_ _ Hey, G _ come on travel D now, last evening's E for all, got to be A something better than D him G and you, me and D Cinderella.
Put it all E together, we can drive it Bm.
A home.
_ _ _ _ _ D What G am I.
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F#m _ _ _ Bm _ _ _ D Well G _ _ _ _ D _ _ _ _ .
F# _ _ _ _ Bm _ _ G this place is old, it feels just A# like a beat up truck, I F# turn the engine but the engine Bm doesn't E turn.
It G smells of cheap old wine and D cigarettes, this place is always such a F# mess, sometimes I think I'd like to Bm watch it burn.
C# G I sit alone, I D feel just like somebody else, man F# I ain't changed, but I know I Bm ain't the same.
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G Somewhere here in D between these city walls of dimes, F# I think that death it must be D killing me.
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F# _ _ _ _ _ Hey, _ .
G come on D travel now, last evening's for E all, got to be A something better than him G and you, me and D Cinderella.
_ Put it all E together, Bm we can drive it A home.
_ D What G am I.
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