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I hung out with the Eb9old folks, in the Abhope that I'd get Ebwise.
I was Gmtrying to bridge the Cmgap, between the Fgreat diBbvide.
Hung on Ebevery recoEb9llection, in the Abtheatre of their Ebeyes
Picking Gmup on this and Cmthat, in the Ffew that still surBbvive.
Call em Ebup
Dust em Cmoff
DLet em Gmshine
The Abones who hold onEbto the ones, they Fhad to leave beBbhind
Those that Ebflew, those that Cmfell,
The Dones that had to Gmstay,
Beneath a Ablittle wooden Ebcross
OBbceans away
They bend like trees in winter, these shuffling old gray lions
Though snow white start to gather, like the belt around Orion.
Just a touch of faded lightning, of the powerful design,
Of the generation gathered, for maybe the last time.
REPEAT Chorus
FOceans away where the green grass sways and the Abcool wind blows across the shadow of their Bbmgraves.
Fshoulder to shoulder, back in the day, sleeping bones to rest in Earth
BbmO - Fsus4ceans aBbmway
FO - Abceans aBbway
REPEAT Chorus
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