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From luko@informatik.uni-rostock.de (Kai Lukoschek)
Subject: Arctic world - OILS
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Date: Wed, 19 Jan 1994 08:25:07 GMT


Arctic World - OILS

|: E A  E A  E A  E B :|

E                 A                  E   A
I don't want to grow anything in my heart

(same chords)
I don't want to write all these things in the sand

I don't wish to listen and not understand

I don't want to tramp up the footpath of stars
 B                       C#m A
don't want to be an advocate
 B                      C#m B7b9
don't want to be a monument


 E    C#m F#  D#m       E             F#     A         (intro)
There is nothing that grows in your arctic world



I don't want to breathe that Smithsonian air

I don' want to listen when they toll the bell

'cos I can't take another industrial feast

on the ground, on my back, out there

I want to meet the president

of a country without sense


There is nothing that grows in his arctic world

there is nothing that grows in your arctic world

there is nothing that grows in this arctic world