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DThe cash machine Gis blue and green
DFor a hundred in twenties Gand a small service fee
EmI could spend three dollarsA and sixty-three cents
DOn Diet Coca-Cola and Gunlit cigarettes
DG
DG
EmI wonder why we listen to poets, Awhen nobody gives a fuck
DHow hot and sorrowful,G this machine begs for luck
F#mAll my lGies are always Bmwishes
EmI know I would Adie if I could come back new
DGDG
DI want a good life,G with a nose for things
DA fresh wind and bright sky, Gto enjoy my suffering
EmA hole without a key, Aif I break my tongue
DSpeaking of tomorrow, Ghow will it ever come?
F#mAll my lGies are always Bmwishes
EmI know I would Adie if I could come back new
DG
DG
EmI'm down on my hands and knees, AEvery time the doorbell rings
DI shake like a toothache, GWhen I hear myself sing
F#mAll my lGies are always Bmwishes
EmI know I would Adie if I could come back new
DI would like to salute, the Gashes of American flags
DAnd all the fallen leaves, Gfilling up shopping bags
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