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Note: If you strum a C all the way through the first part it'll sound fine.
(I'll try to transcribe the piano riff for guitar soon and
fill out the chords more completely.)
COh great intentions
I've got the best of interventions
But when the ads come
I think about it now
In my infliction
Entrepreneurial conditions
Take us to glory
I think about it now
Cannot conversations cull united nations?
If you got the patience, celebrate the ancients
Cannot all creation call it celebration?
Or united nation. Put it to your head.
Oh great white city
I've got the adequate committee
Where have your walls gone?
I think about it now
AmChicago, Cin fashion, Gthe soft drinks, Emexpansion
FOh ColumbiCa!
AmFrom Paris, iCncentive, Glike Cream of EmWheat invented,
FThe Ferris CWheel!
COh great intentions
Covenant with the imitation
Have you no conscience?
I think about it now
Oh God of Progress
Have you degraded or forgot us?
Where have your laws gone?
I think about it now
Ancient hieroglyphic or the South Pacific
Typically terrific, busy and prolific
Classical devotion, architect promotion
Lacking in emotion. Think about it now.
AmChicago, the CNew Age, bGut what would EmFrank Lloyd Wright say?
FOh ColumbCia!
AmAmusement or Ctreasure, Gthese optiEmmistic pleasures
FLike the Ferris CWheel!
Cannot conversations cull united nations?
If you got the patience, celebrate the ancients
Columbia!
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I Dcried myBmself to F#msleep last Anight
And the Dghost of BmCarl, he F#mapproached my Awindow
I was Dhypnotized, I was Bmasked
To F#mimmmmprovAise
On the Dattitude, the Bmregret
Of a F#mthousand centuries of Adeath
Even with the heart of terror and the superstitious wearer
I am riding all alone
I am writing all alone
Even in my best condition, counting all the superstition
I am riding all alone
I am running all alone
And we laughed at the beatitudes of a thousand lines
We were asked at the attitudes
They reminded us of death
Even with the rest belated, everything is antiquated
Are you writing from the heart?
Are you writing from the heart?
Even in his heart the Devil has to know the water level
Are you writing from the heart?
Are you writing from the heart?
And I cried myself to sleep last night
For the Earth, and materials, they may sound just right to me
Even with the rest belated, everything is antiquated
Are you writing from the heart?
Are you writing from the heart?
Even in his heart the Devil has to know the water level
Are you writing from the heart?
Are you writing from the heart?
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