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the chords for the verse go:
Amwell sit right Cdown my wiFcked sCon and lAmet me tCell you a stFory C
Amabout the bCoy who feFll from glCory and hAmow heF was Ca wickedF son
Gthis ain't no hFoliday Am C no, Fno C
Gbut it always Fturns out this way
Dhere Fi aGm AmwitGh Fmy hands
He took his sister from his head
And then painted her on the sheets
And then rolled her up in grass and trees
And they kissed 'till they were dead
This ain't no holiday
But it always turns out this way
Here I am, with my hand
Well sit right down my evil son
And let me tell you a story
About the boy who fell from glory
And how he was a wicked son
This ain't no holiday
But it always turns out this way
Here I am, with my hand
This ain't no holiday
But it always turns out this way
Here I am, with my hand
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