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FYou can say the soul is gone
And the fDmeeling is just not there
BbNot like it wCas so long agFo
FCBbC
On the Fempty page before you
You can fDmill in what you care
BbTry to make it nCew before you gFo
Take the simple case of the sarge
Who cDman't go back to war
Cause the hBbippies
Tore down everythCing
That he was fighting fFor
FCBbC
Or the lFovers on the blankets
That the cDmity turned to whores
With memorBbies
Of green kCissed by the sFun
FCBbC
FYou can say the soul is gone
DmAnd close another door
BbJust be sure
That yCours is not the Fone
And I'm sBbinging for the strFingman
Who lBbately lost his wFife
There Bbis no dearer frFiend of mine
That CI know in this lFife
On his shBboulder rests a vFiolin
For his hBbead where chaos rFeigns
But his hBbeart
Can't find a sFimple way
To lCive with all those thFings C Bb C
All thFose thCings Bb C
All thFose strCings to BbpulCl
He's a strFingmaCn Bb C
All those strFings
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