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Ethe day I turned my Dback on all you Apeople EI felt an Ditching in my Athumbs. C#msalt air like a E7broadcast from the F#mdistant, dark B7beyond A D A (Bbmaj7/A) A when my transformation comes.
I went down to the warm, warm water saw a pelican fly past waved once at the highway and then left all that behind me I went wading through the grass.
Bmand no one was Bbmaj7gonna come and Amaj7get me. Bmthere wasn't anBbmaj7ybody gonna Amaj7know. F#meven though I Dleave a trail of C#7burnt things in my F#mwake A D A (Bbmaj7/A) A every single place I go.
and it was cool, and it was quiet in the humid marsh down there. i let my head sink down beneath the brackish water, felt it gumming up my hair. the sun was sinking into the atlantic the last time that I turned my back on you. I tried to summon up a little prayer as I went under it was the best that I could do. and I said, "let them all fare better than your servant", the reeds all pricking at my skin. "here's hoping they have better luck than i had down here with you" all that water rushing in.