David Bowie

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Jackson made twenty tapes in a day
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To give away,   a-give away
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And he'd play

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The tunes they'd call creative when
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they're running out of names
 E                                G#
Heaven knows he's really torn it now
         Cm
But the names, it hurt poor Jackson,
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stopped the haters in his way
E
Heaven knows he's for it

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Shame, hey, hey
        E                               F# F
He was never quite unsure, but really sane
          F# F
Wants to play

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Jackson stole twenty souls in a day
To take away, a-take away he takes away

           G#   F# F
And no complaints
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Heart's upon his sleeve and his blade
      C
Wood Jackson took the beating
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everyday, given out, passed away
         D# C# C     D# C# C
Another way,   hey, hey

               D# C# C
Just wants to play
              G#
And how he'd play
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The mob, they bleed and tremble
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when they're running after life
 E                                G#
Heaven knows he's really torn it now
     Cm
The words that killed Wood Jackson's
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friends were written on the wall
E
Heaven knows he's for it
  F# F
Shame
 F#             F
Just wants to play
        F#  F
It's a shame
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Shame
        F#   F
It's a shame
          F#  F
Wants to play
        F#  F
It's a shame
        F#  F
It's a shame
               F#  F
Just wants to play