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SOL
The Wash is out
RE
It's hanging up
DO
And All I have Is nothing
Nothing to do
Nothing to say
I think I must be dreaming
Chorus
SOL MIm SOL(5)
The sun comes up and I'm all washed out
SOL MIm LA
Is this what Deaner was talkin' about
SOL RE DO
I don't think I will ever return, again, my friend
If I was king
I'd wear a ring
And never hurt my people
I'd stay alert
And dress to kill
I might even slip you something
Repat Chorus twice. In between them just fiddle around with this solo.
It sounds like a synth on the tape, but its probably just hundreds
of multi-tracked guitars.
B |------0---0-----0--3-1-0-1-0----|
G |0-0-2---0--0-0-2-0-----------0--|
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