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I'm flying over _ backyards, _ country homes and ranches, watching life between the branches
E below.
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Em _ _ .
A it's hard to _ say who you are these days, but you run on anyway, _ _
E don't you baby.
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G You keep running for another place _
D to find that saving _ _
E grace.
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Em _ _ .
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E by statues that atone for my sins.
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There's garg on every door, _ and a drink on every floor, _ _ _ overflowing with a thousand _ amens.
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D days,
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E you baby.
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D to find that saving _ grace,
E _ _ _ _ _ _ don't you baby.
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E You're rolling up the carpet
Em of your father's two-room mansion, no headroom for expansion no more.
_ _ _ .
_ _ And
E there's a corner of the floor, _ they're telling you it's yours.
_ You're confident, but not really sure.
_ And _ _
Em _
A it's hard to say _ who you are these days, but you run on anyway, _
D Em don't you
E baby _ _ .
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D to find that saving grace, _ _
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