To Leave Something Behind chords

A _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
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_ I cannot _ say that D I know A you will, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ but you D can't lie to A me with all F# these books that.
F#m you sell.
_ _ _ _ _ .
_ C#m D I'm not trying to F#m follow you A to the E end of D the world.
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I'm A just trying to D leave _ .
A something behind.
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Words have come D from _ A many _ mouths, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ but D I cannot say that I know you will.
I can't A help thinking F#m that I've heard the wrong crowd.
_ _ _ _ _ E When all D the water F#m is gone, A my.
E job D will be too.
_ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ And I'm A just trying to leave D something A _ behind.
_ _ .
_ D Oh, money F#m is free, but love.
A costs more D than our bread.
_ _ .
In the ceiling A it's hard E to reach.
_ _ D Oh, the future E _ F# ahead A is.
broken D in _ red.
_ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ A And I'm trying D to leave something A behind.
_ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ This whole world is D a foreign _ A land.
_ _ We D.
swallow A the moon, but F#m we don't know our own end.
_ _ _ _ D We're running F#m with the case, A oh,.
but we ain't got D the gold.
_ _ _ A And we're trying to D leave _ A something behind.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ Oh, my friends,.
I believe E we are D at the A wrong fight.
_ .
_ _ And D I cannot A.
read what F#m I did not write.
_ .
_ _ _ D I've been.
F#m to his house, oh, but A the master D is gone.
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A But I'd like D to leave _ something A behind.
_ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ Oh,.
there is a beast D who's taking A my brain.
_ _ D You can put A me to bed, but F#m you can't feel my pain.
_ _ _ When the D machine F#m has taken A the soul D from the man, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ A it's time to D leave something A behind.
_ _ _ .
_ D Oh, money F#m is free, but love costs more D than our bread.
_ _ .
In the ceiling A it's hard E to reach.
_ _ A Oh, D the future F#m ahead A is already D _ .
dead.
_ _ _ _ _ .
And A I'm trying D to leave something behind.
A _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ I got this feeling that I'm still at the shore.
_ .
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D And pockets A don't know what it F#m means to be.
poor.
_ _ _ .
A I D can get F#m through the wall if A you give me D a door.
_ _ _ .
A So I can D leave something A behind.
_ _ _ _ Oh, wisdom is lost in D the trees A.
somewhere.
_ _ _ Oh, D you're not gonna A find it F#m in some other.
mental gray hair.
_ _ _ D It's locked up F#m for A those who hurry _ .
D ahead.
_ _ And A it's time to D leave something.
A _ behind.
_ .
_ _ D Oh, money F#m is free, but love A costs more D than our bread.
_ .
_ In the A ceiling it's hard.
E to reach.
_ When D my F#m son is a man, he A will know what D I meant.
_ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ A I was just trying to leave something.
_ _ behind.
_ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ I was just trying to leave D something _ behind.
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