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^Am*Horn P^Eart A* ^AmHow did Camus really die that night? Were they right? When he died was it really his ^Etime, or was it ^Amsuicide? ^AmAnd Holden Caulfield is a friend of mine We go drinking from time to time, and ^EI find it gets harder every ^Amtime.

^F*Horn^C Part^G B* ^Am ^F ^C ^E ^AmThree went down (But only ^Etwo of them come up again) ^AmThe minimal is criminal but ^Eless is a sin ^AmThough three went down (only ^Etwo of them come up again) I’m no^Ft gonna play if there ain’t no way I’^Ell win

^Am*Horn Solo* ^E ^Am ^AmHemingway never seemed to mind the banality of a normal life, And ^EI find it gets harder every ^Amtime. ^AmSo he aimed the shotgun into the blue, placed his face in between the two, And ^Esighed: Here’s t^Amo Life!

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^Am*Horn P^Eart A*

^F*Horn^C Part^G B* ^Am ^F ^C ^E ^AmThree went down (but only ^Etwo of them come up again) ^AmThe minimal is criminal but ^Eless is a sin ^AmThough three went down (only ^Etwo of them come up again) I’m no^Ft gonna play if there ain’t no way I’^Ell win

^AmHey there Salinger, ^Cwhat did you do? ^GJust when the world was ^Amlooking at you To write ^Amanything that meant ^Canything, You ^Gtold us you were ^Amthrough ^AmAnd it’s been years since yo^Cu passed away, But I ^Gsee no plaque, and I ^Amsee no grave And ^AmI can’t hel^Cp believing yo^Gu wanted it tha^Amt way

^AmAnd Vincent Van Gogh, why ^Cdo you weep? You were ^Gon your way to heaven but the ^Amroad was steep And ^Amwho was there to ^Cbreak your fall? We’r^Ge guilty, one an^Amd all And I ^Amdon’t know much, but ^CI do know this: With a ^Ggolden heart comes a ^Amrebel fist And ^Amevery single ^Csoldier wasn’^Gt fired;

Some have quit

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^AmAnd it makes me sick when I think of it: All my heroes could not live with this And I ^Ehope you rest in peace because with ^Amus you never did And ^AmK.D.C., you were much too young and you changed my life but I draw the line At ^Esuicide, so here’s t^Amo life

^Am*Outro*^E ^Am ^E

Bandits of the Acoustic Revolution - Heres to life