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C#mThe lFineBs of my earth,
so EbriEbttle so unC#mfertile, and ready to die
I Fneed a drinBk, but the well has gone dry
C#mAnd we in Fthe habiBt of saying
the Esame thEbings alC#ml over again,
fFor tBhe money we shall make.
This Fis the laAst song that I write
To You Etell mEbe otherC#mwise B
F And itA\'s becausEe I just don\'t feel it anymore (2nd time)
riff 1:
It should be our time
This fertile youth\'s black soil is ready for rain
The harvest is nigh, but the well has gone dry
And they in the habit of saying
the same things all over again
about the money we shall make
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