F
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London Bridge is falling down,
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E Am
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And the people want their crown.
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D G
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They are not fooling a-round.
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C G C /C7/F
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Gimme my crown, gimme my crown, gimme my crown.
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F
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So I'll say these words to you,
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Dm C
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Though you won't believe a word I say...
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G
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Gonna say the words anyway.
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Bb Am
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Poems are pretty; Tales are tall.
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Bb
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Only the witches recall:
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A G
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The bigger they are, The harder they fall.
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Jack and Jill went up the hill
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They were looking for a thrill
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But she forgot to take her pill
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Gimme my pill, gimme my pill, gimme my pill
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Through our fantasies we fly
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In the prison of our dreams we die
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Dieting in an apple pie
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*chorus*
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Mary had a little lamb
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Couldn't make it with a man
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She buried babies in the sand
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Gimme my sand, gimme my sand, gimme my sand
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So the visions came to stay
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She was beheaded on a holiday
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That's the price you have to pay
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*chorus*
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Mother goose is on the loose
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Stealing lines from Lenny Bruce
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Drinking booze and killing jews
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Gimme my jews, gimme my booze, gimme my jews
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Six million jingles can't be wrong
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From the dragon to the Viet Cong
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Fairy tales have come along
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*chorus*
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The Harder They Fall
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| Phil Ochs |
