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GPortable television, shrouded in snow
In a Amraggedy van on the C/Gside of the road
The Gnight it had frozen through my little bones
So you Amtook me in your arms, you C/Gsqueezed out the cold
GAmC/G
GAmC/GG
Upstate New York, autumn, brightly colored leaves
Oh, the hills were on fire, they burn for you and me
And where we were going it was built like a lie
But as sacred as the Bible, so we didn't question why
I C/Gsaw it in the soil jGust recently
Where the Amrows of teeth they grow in fields of Ginfinite greed
And C/Ghere laid the father, and Ghere stood the son
Where the Amroad meets the horizon for Geveryone, for C/Geveryone
Portable television, take us away
From this burden of reflection we've carried today
Oh, the generator's running but there's nothing on the air
And the static is a comfort, so we huddle around and stare
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