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_ _ _ _ I was
Bb reading
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French
Dm with the light
C too bright
F for my senses.
_ From this hiding place life was way too much.
Dm It was loud
F and rough around the edges.
C So I faced the wall
Bb when an old man called.
C I had dreams that I
F would die there.
C But a sight unseen,
Bb you were pulling strings.
C You had a
F different idea.
_ I was like a child, I was light as straw.
Dm When my
C father lifted
Bb F me up there.
_ Took me to a place where they
Gm checked
F my body.
Dm My soul
F was floating in thin air.
C I've come to the back
Bb and I've grown to the past.
C I've come to the welcome
Bb _
F darkness.
C But at the end of the night
Bb there's a green, green light.
C Quiet before
Bb the
F madness.
There
Gm was a girl that sang like the chime of a bell.
And
Bb she pulled out her arm.
She touched me when I
F was in hell.
_ _ _ When I
C was in hell.
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F Someone sang a song and I sang along.
Dm Cause I knew
C the words from
Bb my
F childhood.
_ _ Intellect, ambition, they
Bb fell
F.
away.
Dm And they locked me up
Bb for my
F own good.
C But I didn't mind cause
Bb the silence was kind.
C Spoke to me
Bb in
F whispers.
There
C was the sound of the wind and
Bb the cold, cold dawn.
C And the quiet hum
Bb of
F a business.
Left
Gm me dangled a while in this waiting room.
I
Bb don't need to go.
I don't need to know what
F you're doing.
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Know what
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F Lying on my side you were half awake.
And your face was tired and crumpled.
_ If I had a camera I'd stop you now.
Cause there's beauty in every stumble.
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C We're out of practice.
Bb We're out of sight.
C On the edge of _
Bb F nobody's empire.
C And we live by books.
And
Bb we live by hope.
C Cause I'd make a target
Bb for
F gunfire.
_ Now look at you.
You're a mother of two.
You're a quiet _ _ revolution.
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_ Marching with the crowd.
Singing dirty and loud.
Dm For the
F people's _
Bb _
F emancipation.
C Did I do okay?.
Did
Bb I play the way?.
C Was I strong when you
Bb were
F wanting?.
I
C was tied to the yoke with
Bb a decent bloke.
C Who's stern but never
Bb F daunting.
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Gm And he told me to push.
And he made me feel well.
Bb He told me to lift up.
Cause you know how.
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