Parakeet R.E.M.
y[G]ou wake [Bm]up in t[E]he morning
and [G]fall out [Bm]of your [E]bed
[G]mean cat [Bm]eat parak[E]eets
and [D]this one's [C]nearly [B]dead.
you [G]dearly [Bm]wish the [E]wind shift
and [G]greasy [Bm]windows [E]slide
[G]open [Bm]for the [E]parakeet
who's [D]colored [C]bitter [B]lime.
[Em]open the [C]window
and [Am]lift into your [Bm]dream[D]s
[Em]lately, [C]baby
[Am]you can barely [D]breathe.[B7]
a [G]broken [Bm]wrist an [E]accident
you [G]know that [Bm]something's [E]wrong
you [G]fold the [Bm]leavings [E]of your past
n[D]o one [C]knows you've [B]gone.
the [G]sunspot [Bm]flares of the [E]early
nineties [G]light [Bm]up your [E]wings.
and [G]scan the [Bm]shortwave [E]radio
it's [D]tracking [C]outer [B]rings.
[Em]open your [C]window
to [Am]lift into a [Bm]dream[D]
[Em]baby, [C]baby
[Am]you can starts [D]to breath[B7]e
the [G]tecto[Bm]nic dispa[E]tcher shifts
to [G]smooth the [Bm]ocean [E]floor
and [G]flattens [Bm]out to [E]warmer winds
of [D]Brisbane's [C]sunny [B]shore.
where [G]buddhas [Bm]tend to [E]mending wrists
a [G]tea mad[Bm]e from the [E]leaves
of [G]eucaly[Bm]ptus [E]fragrances
and [D]coria[C]nder [B]seeds.
[Em]open the [C]window
to [Am]lift into a [Bm]dream[D]
[Em]baby, [C]baby
[Am]you can starts to [Bm]breath[D]e.
[Em]open your [C]window
to [Am]lift into a [Bm]dream[D]
[Em]baby, [C]baby
[Am]you can starts [D]to breath[B7]e
you [G]wake up [Bm]in the [E]morning
to [G]warm P[Bm]acific [E]breeze
where [G]mean cars [Bm]chew on [E]licorice
and [D]cannot [C]climb the [G#m]trees.
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