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Tom:
D A G This is my forty-fifth depressing tune
D A G Em They're looking for money as they clean my artistic womb
D A G Em And when I give birth to the child I must take to flight
D A G Em 'Cause the black in our pocket won't let us fight
A C A proper fight
A So hey baby
C A Can you shed some light on the problem maybe
C A D G 'Cause we're all tired and we'd like to know
Em C Cm G G If we should pack our tents, shut down the show
Em C Cm G Yes, we should like to see a burning bush-type sign
C Cm G But anything would be fine
D A G We're all told to dance but we never picked the tune
D A G Em Hanging like puppets they feed us from bent steel spoons
D A G Em But we're sealing our lips for the someday when the needle
D A G Em And the vinyl play all the songs of the pain
A C Songs that explain
A All our circles and strains
C A So hey baby
C A Can you shed some light on the problem maybe
C A D G 'Cause we're all crying and we'd like to know
Em C Cm G G If we should pack our tents, shut down the show
Em C Cm G Yes, we should like to see a burning bush-type sign
C Cm G But anything would be fine Solo
C A D G We're all dying and we'd like to know
Em C Cm G G If we should pack our tents, shut down the show
Em C Cm G Yes, we should like to see a burning bush-type sign
C Cm G But anything would be fine
C Cm G Oh, anything would be fine
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