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*The Decemberists* Album: Castaways and Cutouts Song: The Legionnaire's Lament VERSE I
I'm a Dmlegionnaire, camel in Fdisrepair, hoping for a GFrigidaire to come Bbpassing Aby. I am Dmon reprieve, lacking my Fjoise de vivre, missing my Ggay Paree in this Bbdesert Adry. And I Dmwrote my girl, told her I Fwould not return, I've terribly Gtaken a turn for the Bbworse now, I Afear. It's been a Dmyear or more since they shipped me to this Fforeign shore, fighting in a Gforeign, so far aBbway from my Ahome.
CHORUS
If only some Frain would fall on the Chouse and the boulevards and the Gmsidewalks bagatelles (it's like a Bbdream). With a Froar of cars and the Clolling of the cafe bars and the Gmsweetly sleeping sweeping of the BbSeine. Lord, I Bbmdon't know if I'll ever be back aDmgain. La Da FDum Dum La Da Da GDum Bb A
VERSE II Medicating in the sun with pinch doses of laudanum, longing for the old fecundity of my homeland. Curses to this mirage! A bottle of ancient shiraz! The smattering of distant applause is ringing in my poor ears. On the old left bank, my baby in a charabanc, riding up the width and length of the Champs Elysee. REPEAT CHORUS INTERLUDE Dm F G Bb A REPEAT CHORUS OUTRO
... Lord, I Bbmdon't know if I'll ever be back aFgain, be back aCgain, be back aGmgain, O be back Bbagain. Oh oh oh oh Foh, la la la Cla, la la la Gmla, oh oh oh Bboh Bbm
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