Intro
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[Verse]
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The scenery's changing and it warms my soul
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I'm 200 miles down and a long way yet to go
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So get your boots on and your walking cool
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And we'll together leave our footprints upon a virgin snow
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That ancient sunrise will soon descend
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And we'll be left here pondering on the things which you cannot change
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So let's start over with no means to an end
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Just in love and out of hope and a closed hand, full of friends
[Break]
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[Chorus]
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Yeah, well, livin' was alright but I was dead in the water
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Couldn't see it in its light, I couldn't kneel in its altar
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All I wanted was to tear it right down to the ground
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But I'm feeling alright now, yeah, I'm feeling alright
[Break]
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[Verse]
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Every morning when the coffee's on
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And I rediscover that color in your eyes, in its gold and its bronze
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And in the moonlight go get the camera, just go
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With the recitations of the parish poets popping on our scrolls
[Break]
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[Chorus]
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Yeah, well, I was alright but I was dead in the water
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Couldn’t see in it's light, I couldn't kneel in its altar
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All I wanted was a turn right down to the promising
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Through this fleeting culture
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And hide away from the wolves and the vultures
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All they wanted was to tear me right down to the ground
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Oh, I'm feeling alright, I am now, yeah, I'm feeling alright
[Bridge] (For This Section There Is D# Drone Of A
But You Can Improv With The Other Chords We’ve Already Used If You Want To Match The Backing Singers)
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In the recitations of the parish poets
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In the buildings, in the burrows, in the locked boats
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I will find my means to an end
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With an open heart in hold and a closed hand, full of friends
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In the recitations of the parish poets
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In the buildings, in the burrows, in the lochte boats
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I will find my means to an end
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With an open heart in hold and a closed hand, full of friends
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In the recitations of the parish poets
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In the buildings, in the burrows, in the locked boats
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I will find my means to an end
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With an open heart in hold and a closed hand, full of friends
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In the recitations of the parish poets
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In the buildings, in the burrows, in the locked boats
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I will find my means to an end
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With an open heart in hold and a closed hand, full of friends