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TUNING: EADGBe
E, F#, E, F#, E, B
D
'Do you mean the attack is routine?'
E B
A bird asked of a bird
D
'In this context, a concave nest,
E B
How do we learn to hurt?'
D, E, B
D
'Do you mean there's no variation?'
E B D
Watching a dog charge a flock of birds
Exploding in congregation
E B
'Why plan; when we stop?'
D
'I dunno... but why suppose
E B
It's not the way it should be?
D
When you can fly above
The great waiting list,'
E
As the crow implies,
B
'We won't be missed,
D E
We can leave.'
G, D, F#m, G
A
It's a routine flight for this bird tonight
There's more worms than earth in the afterlife
Where the blind feed the blind,
F#m G
Whispering things like 'On the money' and 'Bullseye'
A
She picks up the little leaves
Where human wrecks are left to seed
Left to repaint their deities
F#m G
And plaster away at their villainies
E B
Where there's love, there's hope
D
'And do you hope those earthbound poets
E B
Could learn to sing as good as us?
D E
So we can sit back and enjoy our illusions
B
And our quietus?'
D
'Well I don't know... but why suppose
E B
It's not the way it should be?
D
When you can squawk
And wait for word from above
E B
And change yourself into something you love
D E
When you leave?'
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