Intro:
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Basing everything I say on the red read words you've been
A
sending my way,
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At the end of each day I'll have lent you a phrase that I've read to...
                A
regret 'til I'm red in the face.

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I won't ask for a cure,
          A
not for a verse,
                                      Em
not for a glimpse from the Heavens of Earth,
                                         Bm
or the worst of punishments meant for me first,
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or the reasons I've been here for seasons and turns,
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chasing history round with the birds,
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for the secrets in sounds and the weeping of work.

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And I'll learn of the waiting release,
      A
or of him the releaser,

commander in chief,
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and police of the purified and of the beasts,
        Asus4        A
so what else?

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And beyond and beyond and beyond
      A
being bonded to flesh,
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And to lessons and questions and tests,
                    G                           Asus4       A
we might see what's left and what's leaving its weight.

G
I won't ask for a cure,
          A
not for a verse,
                                      Em
not for a glimpse from the Heavens of Earth,
                                         Bm
or the worst of punishments meant for me first,
                                              D
or the reasons I've been here for seasons and turns,
                               A
chasing history round with the birds,
                   G                         D   
for the secrets in sounds and the weeping of work.

Solo:
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A     Asus4
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Deep beneath the ocean waves,
           G
there is a whale or two

as big as you might ever be as small.

D
But the wails that a boy brings home
          G
can be as big as the sea,

little trees, or any ocean breeze.

D
Don't make me have to choose which side.
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There ain't no side to take if you're wide
          A       Asus4
awake and free.
          A       Asus4
Awake and free.

D
High above the mountain range
           G
there is a gull or three

as big as me, maybe twice as strong.

D
If I tried to sing 'em this old thing
           G
they would sing to me a tweedle dee,

or in so many words.

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They can fly about as high as i could ever try
                              A      Asus4 
to never die, or wonder why I do. 
      A          Asus4
Why I do
      A          Asus4
Why I do
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Why I do