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FWhat is it that Cmakes me just a Flittle bit Bbqueasy C
FThere's a breeze that makCes my breathing notF so easyBb C
AbI've had my lungs chDbecked out with X rays Eb
AbI've smelled the hosDbpital hallwayEbs Fm Db
SFomeday IBb'll have
F a disappearing hair Cline
FSomeday BbI'll wear
F pajamas in the day Ctime
Times when the day is like a play by Sartre
When it seems a book burning's in perfect order
I gave the doctor my description
I've tried to stick to my presciptions
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Maybe if I could do a play by playback
I could change the test results that I will get back
I've watched the summer evenings pass by
I've heard the rattle in my bronchi
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Bb Oh .... Foh .... oh
CAfter Fnoons will be
Bbmeasured out, Dmmeasured out, and
Bbmeasured with
C coFffe spoons, and TBb.S. Eliot
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