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Intro is just D then:
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King alone at the bottom of the hill
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Our protaganist named Bill
Sets his sights on an anchor steam pond
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All he Needs is thirteen quarters
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Congregated in his hat
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A crow, a scavenger type, California redemption
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Provides him with his rent, room and board inside of,
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a fifth, of comfort.
D F# G
As the wind, penetrates his bones his mind keeps focused
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Tidal waves of sound, catapulted from his hornD
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wail like lovers
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The coins don't drop, consistent, as does the mercury
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his mean eyes slow realizing, a zenith he's reached perfection
D
no one did see him die.
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