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CThe mice tell bedtime sGtories
FLullabies turnCed blue
E7A crib song for the AmbabGy whFo has figured Cout the ruse
CI travelled half way 'round tGhe world to teEll a storF7y with no end
FThe dirt under aC nation
FForsakeGn, on the Cmend
AmI could say that Emfor a moment iF7t all made perCfect sense
AmNo one holding postEmure, notFhing heavGen-sent
AmHold the hand that lEmeads you, there's noE7 god here to F7believe
WhFat matters moves Caround us in tFhe Gair we bCreathe.
FCFGFE7AmGF7FCFGC
CThere's nowhere left Gto sit
FIt's the dirt ground or a brCoke-down bench
E7Four walls and a Amrood- they say the hGouse Fthat Jesus BCuilt
CA Child knows the kGinds of a womaE7n at her F7end
FIn Song she found salCvation
FForsakGen, on the mCend
AmI could say that for a moEmment it all mF7ade perfeCct sense
AmNo unholy postEmure, noFthing heaveGn-sent
AmHold the hand that lEmeads you, theE7re's no god here F7to believe
FWhat matters moves Caround us in the FairG we Cbreathe
FWhat matters moves aCround us in the Fair wGe breAmathe C
InF theG air we Cbreathe.
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