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           Em                     Cmaj7
Well grey clouds wraped round the town like elastic
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Cars stood like toys made of Taiwanese plastic
    Em                          Cmaj7                 D
The boy laughed at the spastic dancing around in the rain
       Em                               Cmaj7
While laundrettes cleaned clothes, high heals rub toes
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Puddles splashed huddles of bus stop crows
  Em                             Cmaj7                         D
Dressed in their suits and their boots well they all look the same

   C                       D                    G
I took myself down to the cafe to find all the boys
         D/F#       Em       D
lost in books and crackling vinyl
     C                  D                    G  G7
And carved out a poem above the urinal that read

Chorus:
            C
Don't you cry for the lost
  D
Smile for the living
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Get what you need and give what you're given
 C                        D
Life's for the living so live it
                      Em
Or you're better off dead

While the evening pulled the moon out of it's packet
Stars shone like buttons on an old man's jacket
We needed a nail
But we tacked it 'til it fell off the wall
While pigeon's pecked trains
Sparks flew like planes
The rain showed the rainbows in the oil stains
And we all had new iPhones
But no one had no one to call

And I stumbled down to the stomach of the town
Where the widow takes memories to slowly drown
With a hand to the sky and a mist in her eye she said

chorus

Well, I'm sick of this town
This blind man's forage
They take your dreams down
And they stick 'em in storage
You can have 'em back, son
When you've paid off your mortgage and loans
Oh, hell with this place
I'll go it my own way
I'll stick out my thumb
And I trudge down the highway
Someday, someone
Must be going my way, home

Till then I'll make my bed from a disused car
With a mattress of leaves and a blanket of stars
And I'll stitch the words into my heart with a needle and thread

chorus (x2)