Wasteland Ballad

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[Verse]

D        Em               
You lack angels, guardian or 
   G
otherwise
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That formally address you with 
             D                     
their shimmering voices when you're
    A
 in distress
                  Em               
And the so-called potent love, from
           G
 up above,
                           D       
ain't even enough to put a wrinkle 
        A            G
in your dress, well I digress

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D                 Em         
Well you met with strange faces 
         G                      A7
after returning from far-off mental 
places
                D              
Outside of this two-dimensional 
     Em
cartoon
                     G             
Your occasional breakthroughs that 
             A7
no one really seems to relate to
        D                        A
In this deadpan wasteland, where 
             G
no one really loves you

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     Em                   Bm
And all the spit from the tongues of
 flame
      Em            Bm
Falls on your face, feels like rain
         G                       
And they call you out, put you in 
      A
your place
     G                             
They call you out but never call 
          A
you by your name