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Bb Em There's a mad
A dog pulling at his
Em chain, a hint of danger
D in his
G eye, a long felt
D rage.
Em around his brain, and the chimney smoking
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A sky.
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C eyes and pray this wind don't change.
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Em There's nothing but
E screams in
Em the field of dreams, nothing but
E hope at the end of the
Em rope,.
nothing but girls in the chimney smoke.
Come on
E honey,
Bb it's real
Em honey.
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A E is the room where they make these
Em posts, where they
E put your
Am name on the
Em phone.
Here's where they
E bury the bugs and the
Em ibs that scratch out wood like white
A lawn.
Wake up, wake up and smell the phosphorus.
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B C This is the room we keep a human head.
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E Don't ask,
Em don't tell, it could mean a loss for
E us.
Em Yeah, there's always cash in the stash, in the cupboard, at the bottom of
E the stack.
Gb Morning,
F morning.
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Gb have taken.
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Em E a line in the captain's log, just a wine from a raised hump
Em dog.
Another kid didn't make it great.
Come on honey, it's a victory.
A Wake up, wake up and smell the roses.
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G C Throw a photo on the funeral pyre.
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Em E Now and
Em forget the threats you've
E been losing.
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Em God, you know you couldn't get much
E higher.
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