David Bowie

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Chorus:
Em               Em7           A             Am   Em     F
Please trip them gently, they don't like to fall (Oh by jingo)
Em                  Em7          A         Am    Em     F
There's no room for anger, we're all very small (Oh by jingo)

       C                       G                             E
We're painting our faces and dressing in thoughts from the skies,
E7        Am  Am7/G
From paradise
         D7/F#                       Em
But they think that we're holding a secretive ball.
       F                            G
Won't someone invite them, they're just taller children
       Am Am7/G
That's all
      D7/F# Fmaj7
After all

Chorus:
Man is an obstacle, sad as the clown (Oh by jingo)
So hold on to nothing, and he won't let you down (Oh by jingo)

Some people are marching together and some on their own
Quite alone
Others are running, the smaller ones crawl
But some sit in silence, they're just older children
That's all
After all

I sing with impertinence, shading impermanent chords,
With my words
I've borrowed your time and I'm sorry I called
But the thought just occurred that we're nobody's children at all
After all

Chorus:
Live till your rebirth and do what you will (Oh by jingo)
Forget all I've said, please bear me no ill (Oh by jingo)