Tom: C#m
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I was wading through the flood waters
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You were waiting out a drought.
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Do I have that kind of love? Is that what it would take to see this out?
E F#m A
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Hold your empty disemboweled gas tanks up high.
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Turn them into a bong or a still
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Rooting through the gas stations, tilling up our backyards
E F#m A Am
That's my rosy picture of the end times, my friend.
E Am
E Am
E Am
E Am
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Bodies crumble about as fast as a house in the sub,
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and what you leave behind
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is an un-corporeal monument of time
E F#m A Am
whether by needle, your own hands, war, an empty belly, bus, or bug
E Am E Am E
We all go seperate and together. As such, while I'm alive, show me love! Show
Am E Am
me love! Show me love! Show me love
