Maize Chords by Wovenhand

[Cm] _ _ Fox. _ _ _ _
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The hype, the hype, oh the hype and the hope. _ _ _ _
_ Samson the son, stabbed the _ hawk.
Brown the one who has her, smoke fire.
_ _ Flaming fox, kindling fire.
_ In the torch's fire, sending him out. _
Into the standing gall.
_ Even unto vineyard, _ unto olive. _
He smites it down.
Hip and thigh, right hand and eye.
_ A great, great smiting. _ _ _ _ _
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The hype, the hype, oh the hype and the, oh the hype and the. _
He goeth down. _ _ _
And dwelleth in. _ _ _ _ _
The cleft of the rock. _ _ _
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On his arms are as flax. _ _
They burn with [Cm] fire. _ _ _ _
And his bands, are wasted. _
From off his hands. _ _ _
The merciful parable.
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The one precious.
Yes, yes, _ _
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_ _ [Cm] no shadow of turning. _
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Just a rumor is enough.
_ [Cm] He findeth a fresh jawbone.
Of an ass. _
[D] Put it forth his hand.
And [Cm] taketh it. _
And smites it.
_ A thousand men.
_ _ He taketh a fresh jawbone.
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And puts it forth his hand.
_ And dwelleth in.
The one precious. _ _
_ Oh the hype and the, _ _ oh the _ _ _ hype and the. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Cm] _ _ _ _ The _ hype, the hype, oh the hype and the, oh the hype and the. _ _
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