saint simon

Akkoorden in dit liedje

Capo 3

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After all these implements and texts designed by 
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intellects we're vexed to find evidently there's
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still so much that hides
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And though the saints dub us divine in ancient 
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fading lines their sentiment is just as hard to 
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pluck from the vine

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I'll try hard not to pretend 
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Allow myself no mock defence 
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as I step into the night

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Since I don't have the time nor mind to figure 
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out the nursery rhymes that helped us out in 
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making sense of our lives
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The cruel, uneventful state of apathy releases me
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I value them but I won't cry every time one's  wiped out

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I'll try hard not to give in 
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batten down to fare the wind 
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rid my head of this pretence 
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allow myself no mock defence 
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as I step into the night
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