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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
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Cadd9All at once, Grushing from the sub-Em7pump. Em7So the story goes. GBalance we won't Cadd9know We will see when it gets Em7warm