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[VERSE]
GSold my cold kEm7not
A heavy Dstone
GSold my red horse Em7for a venture Dhome,
DTo vanish on the bow, settling Cadd9slow
[CHORUS]
Cadd9Fit it all, Gfit it in the doldruEm7ms
Em7So the story goes
GColor the era,
Cadd9Film it, it's historicEm7al, aaah, aah, aah...
[VERSE]
GMy mile could Em7not
Pump the Dplumb.
GIn my arbour 'Em7till my ardour, Dtrumped,
DEvery inner inertia, your lump Cadd9sum
[CHORUS]
Cadd9All at once, Grushing from the sub-Em7pump.
Em7So the story goes.
GBalance we won't Cadd9know
We will see when it gets Em7warm