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Intro: (play root note, then strum)
F Am F Am F Am F Am
FI was born in Amnineteen eighty-nFine
All we could Fdo G
AmNo shakes or coughs or burst relief
Or Amlists of all our things
Just Fminutes making Fminds G
FI was born in Amnineteen eighty-nFine
All we could Fdo G
AmBut the makers never made
The Amcomers never came
But GI still felt that awful news
It was Ampatience that we had
And the Ammiles we had left
That Gheld us there until we could let go
FI was born in Amnineteen eighty-nFine
And it'll be Fover soon G
AmNo moon children or people's sun
Or Amringing in my ears
When GI still felt that awful news
It was Ampatience that we had
And the Ammiles we had left
That Gheld us there until we could let go
It was Ampatience that we had
And the Ammiles we had left
That Gheld us there until we could let go
FI was born in Amnineteen eighty-nFine
All we could Fdo G
AmNot in Ambirth or body
FBut only in our miFnds G
AmNot in Ambirth or body
GI still felt that awful news
It was Ampatience that we had
And the Ammiles we had left
That Gheld us there until we could let go
It was Ampatience that we had
And the Ammiles we had left
That Gheld us there until we could let go