R.E.M. - So. Central Rain

^CDid you never ^Emcall?^Gm I waited ^Ffor your call These r^Civers of sug^Cmgestion ^B are ^Cdriving me away ^CThe trees will ^Embend ^Gm(zabocit), t^Fhe cities wash away The c^City on the ^Cmriver ^Bhas a gi^Crl without a dream

^C I^Dm'm sorry Eastern to Mountain, third party call, the lines are down. The wise man wrote his words upon the rocks. But I'm not bound to follow suit The trees will bend, the conversation's dimmed (potlaceny) Go build yourself another home, this choice isn't mine

^C I^Dm'm sorry Did you never call? I waited for your call These rivers of suggestion are driving me away The ocean sang, the conversation's dimmed Go build yourself another dream, this choice isn't mine

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