Intro: F# D A E G C E A C A C F D F# Verse 1: A E Crutches are cheap B A Some_em-powered burnt shadows A D With crutches for meddlers E A And legs for lame ducks A E Means curtains for you B A As_you cut yourself kidding A D And danger is dead E A And_it never called mum
Chorus: C A E A C A Blessed by the po-wer of the waves C A E A C A C And the power_of all the things of an-ger A G# B F# A# And birds are fly-ing in-land F D E C# D# C A# Up-stairs up-side-down in clouds D# A# D# A# D F# Up the road and turn right next Thursday Verse 2: A E Do one for me B A Do others be-fore you A D Dropping dead twice E A Off_our past hanging time A E No names to back B A and hanging their baby A D I_have nothing up my sleeve E A And_I don't leave may-be Chorus: C A E A C A The leaves won't float to any size C A E A C A C there's to many bee souls on the flo-wer A G# B F# A# your stance to ski-i? for me F D E C# D# C A# and my ar-my they sayed that D# A# D# A# D F# our play was lick my hands and taste Instrumental Verse: A E B A my ey-es A D E A A E B A Then he went mad, and so they shot him A D E A Chorus: C A E A C A Blessed by the po-wer of the waves C A E A C A C And the power_of all the things of an-ger A G# B F# A# And birds are fly-ing in-land F D E C# D# C A# Up-stairs up-side-down in clouds D# A# D# A# D# A# D# Up the road and turn right next A# D# Thurs-day repeat to fadeout: A# D#
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