Falling Aeroplanes

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then D

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Boy threw his guitar down and 
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started beating his brow, no 
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matter how hard
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he tried he couldn't justify,
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All that wasted time, spent 
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inventing words and rhyme, as the 
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stars and the
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planets and the clock did laps.

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You see making up songs is for 
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losers, I should build something 
    D
she uses, like a
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box or a bed or cupboards or 
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shelves.
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        D                        
Cause songs are made of air, they 
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can\'t be any use to her, better off
 trying to
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catch falling aeroplanes.

D                            
Then girl said boy don't be so 
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stupid, boy don't be so daft, 
    D
you're not even right
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by half. And although you say your 
songs are fundamentally air, there's
 also

thousands of vibrations that 
stimulate the ear in such a way that
 every time I hear
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them, they always make me smile, 
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they're just as tactile as a box or 
a bed or
 D             A          D      
cupboards or shelves, so boy now 
                        D
stop your moping, your cursing and 
no-hoping
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and get back in the saddle.

D                           
While she was still speaking, 
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towards his feet he's reaching, 
where lay his guitar.
His head was swimming in the 
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alphabet, soup letters swirled and 
        D
words formed,

in his heart. He said

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I'm going to build a song for us 
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with four verses and a chorus, on 
real estate your
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words inspired. And there we'll 
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live rent free, sleep on beds of 
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melody and leave the
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key change with the seasons.
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And so that song he built was hers,
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 with a chorus and four verse, and 
she woke to
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find him finally asleep.