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Capo - 1st Fret F#m - X-10-12-12-11-10
A40 million refugees wiDth noE place Aon this earth to call their home onAe for every aimless graduate wiDth noEthing elAse to show for it but loans AnDd thoAse of us who make a mark usEe somAeone else's blood OuDr western staAin won't wash away woEn't vAanish in the flood ItBm goes deepAer through each hurricane and tidaDl wave aEnd waBmr A We want C#meverything F#mwe see and Bmonce iEt's gone we Ajust want more AAtlas had those shoulders We've gotD Ambien and JEamesons and Ablow to biAnd us in a bubble keep theD newsprint nigEhtmare dAistant and remote BuDt wheAn we wake in guillotines AnEd pitch our scAreaming fits WhenD the Agovernors strikes up the band AnEd gagAs our parted lips WhenBm the worstA case shows up dressed and dazzling, ReDady for EtheBm ball A Boy, thaC#mt bubbles bF#mound to burst,
And what a tBmragic wEay to fall A AThe tabloids tell us hate the rat that DStrikes those subwayEs closed and putAs you out AForgot thosDe 50 hour tunnel weeks inhaling SteeEl dust poiAson through his mouth DWell if hAe don't deserve a pension that MakeEs his Afamily feel secure DIf we'rAe now so disconnected itE's ouAr reflections we ignore And Bmif our constant choices Askim anDd pEassBm theA writing on the wall ThenC#m, I'm sF#mad to say we're lost and BmI'm embEarrAassed for us all
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