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There's a Ghaze on the skyline to wish me on my way C D
G And there's a note on the telephone, some roses on a tray C D
And Dthe motorway's stretching, right Cadd9out to us aDll Em
D As I pull on my old wingCadd9s, One White DDuck oEm7n yourD wall Em D
Isn't it jusBbt to damn rAmeal?
AmOne White Duck on your Dwall Am
One duck on your Dwall Am
I'll catch a Gride on your violin, strung up on your bow C D
G And I'll float on your melody, sing your Chorus soft and low C D
TDhere's a picture-view postcard to say Cadd9that I calledD Em
YDou can see from the fireplace, One WhCadd9ite DuckD on youEm7r wallD Em D
Isn't it Bbjust to damAmn real?
AmOne White Duck on your wall D Am
One duck on your wall D Am
One duck on your wall D Em
GSomething must be wrong with me and my brain C G F G
Gif I'm so patently unrewardinCg. D
â?¨But my dreams areG for dreaming and best left thatâ?¨ way C
and my zero to Fyour power of ten equals nothing atCadd9 all.�� G F G
GThere's no double-lock defense; there's no chain on my door.â?¨ C G F G
GI'm available for conCsultation, D
â?¨But remember yGour way in is also my way out, C G F G
andâ?¨love's four-lFetter word is no compensation. Cadd9 G F G
G��Well, I'm the Black Ace dog-handler: I'm a waiter on �skatCes G F G
sGo don't you jump to your foreskin conclusions.âC?¨ D
Because I'm up toG my deaf ears in cold breakfast trays C G F G
to be cleared bFefore I can dine on your sweet CSunday lunch confusion. G
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