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[Intro] |C |C |C |C | |Em |Em |Bm |Bm | [Verse]
CIf you're leaving please still say goodbye And if you are leaving can you leave me my silver jubilee mug EmMy old flag
My dark woods
BmMy sunrise CIf you're leaving can you please say goodbye
And if you are leaving can you leave your number
I'll pack my caseEm And get in a cab
And wave you goodbye
CI drive in the early hours down to the sea I stand on the beach where the storms amplify EmAll the voices that I care for BmAnd the ghosts I hold sacred
CIn this alignment that lasts for a day There's nothing that I can do anyway, anyway EmWhat am I doing here? BmWaiting for you?
Hey |C |C |Em |Bm | x2 [Verse]
CSo rebuild the railways Firm up all the roads
No one is leaving Now this is your home
EmThe horses, the foxes, the sheep, and the cows BmBow down on their knees CTo the fanfare of progress, itâs always the same
We cheer on the clowns as they roll into town
EmBut their faces look tired and sad to me BmAnd carry the terrible things they've seen
CAll lost in a painting of a sky coloured oil Em In this BmMerrie LandC
You are my crows, my window Emrattlers BmPerfumed valley criers Oh the dark ponds of CMerrie England
The deep space echoes Get on your mo.....
What did you say? Mobility (EmYou can fly) Get on your mobilised hooters... (Bmto the moon)
Hooters... Haha Mobilised Hooters... Haha
C(one day) Get hold of those mobilised hootersEm They are half priceBm
[Instrumental Break/Key Change] |B |B |G# |G# |F#m |D |F#m |D | [Verse]
CThis is not rhetoric It comes from my heart
I love this country Daneland, I am your kin
You were the Emones who work together BmPut the money in the pockets COf the few and their fortunes
Who crowd the school benches And jeer at us all because they don't care about us
EmThey are graceless and you shouldn't be with them Because they are Bmall disconnected and raised up in mansions CAnd two hundred plastic bags in a whale's stomach
So you turn to the trident Are we green are we pleasant?
EmWe are not either of those Father BmWe are a shaking wreck where nothing grows CLost in the sky coloured oils Emof Merrie LandBm
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EmYou can fly Bmto the moon COne day