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Arc Of Time  Bright Eyes

you can [D]make a plan,
carve it [A]into stone,
like a f[G]eather fallin,
it is s[D]till unknown,
until the clock speaks up,
says its time to go,
you can choose the high,
or the lower road,
might clench your fist,
might fork your tongue,
as you curse or praise,
all the things you've done,
and the faders move,
and the music dies,
as we pass over,
on the arc of time,

so you n[G]urse your love like a w[A]ounded dove
in the c[D]overed cage of n[G]ight,
every star is crossed by frenetic thoughts
that separate and then collide,
and they twist like sheets til you fall asleep
then they finally unwind,
its a black balloon its a dream
youll soon deny,

i hear if y[D]ou make friends,
with J[G]esus Christ,
you will [A]get right up,
from that c[D]halk outline,
and you'll get dolled up,
and you'll dress in white,
all to take your place,
in his chorus line,

and then [G]in you'll come with those
[A]marchin' drums in a s[D]aintly comprom[G]ise,
no more whisky slurs
no more blonde haired girls for your whole eternal life,
and youll do the dance that was
choreographed at the very dawn of time,
see i told you son the day would come,

you will [D]die you die you die you die
to the d[G]eepest part of the h[A]uman
heart the f[D]ear of death e[G]xpands,
so we cracked the code we have always know
but could never understand,
on a circuit board we will soon be born,

[D]again again and again and again...

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