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Dmusical ladders leaning on D7mountains Gbathed in white laughter under the Dsun D7somebody's birthday came stumbliGng towards us Dwrapped iGn green gladness under the sun
Emwe're gonna make it through this war Atonight Emsomeone hAold this child up to the light
Dprostitute fingers fumbling with D7matches Gtucked in red couches under green Dmoons D7mexican waitress got caught iGn the crossfire Dof militant families bursting with jGuice Emwe're gonnAa break it to your folks tonight Emkinda hopeA your pops don't hear me right
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