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Tabbed out by Johan Karlsson (raherer@hotmail.com)


  A                            F
going through a world of sad debris,
  A                            F
regard quixotic reveries of ownership,
        A         G        F               E
the blossoming disease of man called tenure and accretion,
      F                 C          D               E
the ancient western treadmill or deception and derision

    F        G        A
but I want something more

racing through a life of tragic wastage
I experience the loss of trust and innocence,
the billowing cyclone of time has blown away our reasons,
as we trudge like blind men forward trying to avoid collision,

but I want something more


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