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B5 They?re pickin? up pieces F#5of me,
While they?re pickin? up pieces oE5f you.
In a bag you will be, before the day is oveB5r.
Were you looking for somewhere tF#5o be.
Or looking for someone toE5 do.
Stupid me, to believe that I could trust in stupid yD#5ou.
And on the back of mE5y hand,
WereD#5, directions I could undeE5rstand.
D#5 Now that old buzzard Johnny WaE5lker,
D#5 Has gone and ruined all ourE5 plans.
Our best-made planB5s.
Don?t leave me heF#5re, to cast through tiG#5me,
Without a mD#5ap, or road sign.B5
Don?t leave me heF#5re, my guiding ligG#5ht,
?Cause ID#5... I...E5 wouldn?t know where toD#5 begin.
E5 I asked the Kings of MedD#5icine.
B5 They?re pickin? up pieces ofF#5 me,
While they?re pickin? up pieces ofE5 you.
Lying on ice you will be before the day is over.B5
B5 It?s a case in point bF#5aby,
That you never thought it thE5rough.
Stupid me, that I could depend on stupid you.D#5
And on the tip of myE5 tongue,
WereD#5, words that always came oE5ut all wrong.
D#5 ?Cause they were drowned in SoutherE5n Comfort, D#5
Left to dry-out in the SE5un,
The noon-day Sun.
DonF#5?t leave me here, to cG#5ast through time,
Without a mD#5ap, or road sign.B5
Don?t leave me heF#5re, my guiding ligG#5ht,
?Cause ID#5... I...E5 wouldn?t know where toD#5 begin.
E5 I asked the Kings of MedD#5icine.
E5 But it seems that they?ve lost tD#5heir powers.
E5 Now all I?m left with is tD#5he hour.
B5 Don?t leave me F#5here, G#5 D#5
B5 Don?t leave meF#5 here, oh no-G#5oh, D#5
I wouldn?t know where to begin.
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