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As the Amsun comes creeping Bmup the Cmountain
and the Gwind blows over from the Dmsea.Em
Hey, we're Ambrought into this land like Bmtiny Cparticles of sand,
Gunsure of who we're smarter than, or Dmwhat we're meant to Embe.
Oh the Amgrains sift coarsely Bmthrough the Chour glass
and colGlect like their victims in the Dmbowl.Em
The unAmgodly force of change Bmerodes all Csense of earthly gains.
While Gtending to the mundane will Dmterrorize your Emsoul.
And it's Amno! It's Gno use Emthinking that you're Amwrong.
The Gpast is Dmold and Fgone. It's best to move aGlong
and Gfind Amyour BmAvalon.
Well, I wish that I could tell you it was easy,
just take the paved road right to paradise.
But the truth is my friend, the pain and suffering never ends.
Make amends with medicine, amnesia, and lies.
The grains sift coarsely through the hour glass
and they pound like boulders on the brain.
All those things you did for fun, never hurting anyone,
careless shadows in the sun, just empty and lame.
And it's no! It's no use thinking that you're wrong.
The past is old and gone. It's best to move along
and find your Avalon.
Play intro-riff
Play verse under solo
So now the day races from the twilight.
How the fields are enveloped by the shade.
And the story that you'll tell, inventory of your well,
crack the shell and find the mortar silted and decayed.
And it's no! It's no use thinking that you're wrong.
The past is dead and gone. It's best to move along
and find your Avalon.
It's best to hurry on and find your Avalon.
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