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| A cold and wet | November d | awn |
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| and there are no | barking sparrows |
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| just empt | iness to dwell upon. |
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| I fell | into a w | inter slide |
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| and ended up the | kind of kid who goes | down chutes too narrow |
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| just eki | ng out my measly pipe. |
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| But I | learned fast h | ow to keep my h | ead up 'cause | I |
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| know there is thi | s side of | me that |
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| wants to grab | the yoke from | the pilot and just |
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| fly the whol | e mess into the se | a. |
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| Another slo | w train to th | e coast |
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| some brand new gory art f | rom way on high |
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| I | sink and then I swim all night. |
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| I watch the ice | melt on the | glass |
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| while the eloque | nt young pilgrims pas | s |
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| and lea | ve behind their trail |
| A | |
| imploring us all not to fail. |
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| Of course I was raised | to gather co | urage from | those |
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| lofty ta | les so tried | and true |
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| if you're able | , I'd s | uggest | it 'cause this |
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| modern though | t can get the best of you. |
| Bm | D | G | F | C | A | |
| This rather sim | ple epitaph can save your | hide, your fal | ling mind |
| Bm | D | G | F | C | A | |
| fate isn't w | hat we're up against there's no design, n | o fla | ws to find |
| G | F | C | A | |
| there's no | design | , no flaws to | find. |
| G | D | A | D | G | |
| But | I learned fast h | ow to keep my he | ad up 'caus | e I |
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| know I got | this side of | me that |
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| wants to grab | the yoke fro | m the pilot and jus | t |
| D | F | A | |
| fly the who | le mess into the s | ea. |