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O New England by The Decemberists
AWe'd comeD seven hours down ATook the Dblue line to see where we hopped out AAnd I wDas only joking, and I was only joking AAnd I wDas only trying to get a laugh AYou say this Dwas the furthest that we had come ATravel soD far to watch it fall, undone AAnd I had lost my token DYou were looking bent and broken AStaringD sideways with the rain coming down
F#mBut I am Eso enthralled AO New England La da dum da D AO New England La da dum dum D
This here is the fable of a failed attempt (Fable, failed attempt now) Find new life in a love in the seat of its origin (Failed attempt, now) From Long to Coney Island From mid to west to upper Highland And all I got is a silk full colored souvenier The new millennium in New York And all of New England La da dum dum O New England O New England In the face of your empire I think I'd rather just wait in the car And return to the turnpike Watching the New England skyline sinking below Sinking below We'd come seven hours down (We'd come seven hours down) We'd come seven hours down (We'd come seven hours down)