here's another song with the four
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oldest chords in history
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i guess i lost all ambition turning left on Missouri
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i could have made it better
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but the feelings just aren't there
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my heart is cold and black
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but i just don't think i care
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so here's to me saying "fare-thee-well"
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and when you hear this song i hope it hurts
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enamel is stretched too thin
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you're beautiful, but not beneath your skin
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(enamel, like insect shells
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so hollow, like your wedding bells.)
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the phone lines down in mexico are
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slow and maybe tired
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i think all your devotion, got lost inside
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the wires
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well i hope you cannot sleep, and i
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hope you cannot smile
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and i hope that you are burdened with
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your guilt for quite a while
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i hope you fall in love
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but i hope your plans are thwarted
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and i hope that now you're back
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it's because you were deported
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Enamel
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| Brave Saint Saturn |
