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Marion, born December 5th, a Sagittarius
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Mother & father, two little sisters, all were immigrants
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America was waiting for you
Eb
America was waiting for you
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Marion’s family saw his humor as absurdity
Ab
Nevertheless, he joined the local university
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And studied for a third of his life
Eb
He studied for a third of his life

And passed the bar

Fm7      Eb                  Ab
He was a lawyer, working for free
        Db        Eb
And was fervid in speech
Fm7        Eb                Ab
All of the workers that he’d protect
       Db             Eb
Say he practiced what he preached

[Verse 2: Left at London]

Ab
Hated the mayor, so he petitionеd to recall the guy
Ab
For he attеmpted selling off Seattle City Light
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Two hundred thousand names on the form
Eb
Two hundred thousand names on the form
Ab
He, with the people on his side, became a congressman
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Winning a district often taken by Republicans
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To Washington from Washington State
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To Washington from Washington State

At thirty-two

Fm7             Eb       Ab
When re-elected everyone loved him
Db             Eb
Except for his peers
Fm7    Eb              Ab
A coalition set on his downfall
      Db          Eb
Would form in his last years


[Bridge: Left at London & Sophia Konat]

Ab Ab Cm
         He married a woman he knew for a week 'cause he couldn’t wait
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         Took part in a riot while still on his honeymoon
Ab Ab Cm
         They took him away in a jacket to the sanitarium
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         Declared as insane, jumped the fence of the place, & soon
Dbm                              Ab
Returning home, announced his re-election
Db                       Eb  Eb
Then called the campaign off again
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Almost as if becoming lesser like yourself had been an art
Abadd9                                                  Bbm7 Eb
Marion, less subdued & sober, saw the world observe him fall apart

[Verse 3: Left at London]

Ab
He wrote a note & left his window several stories high
Ab
Landed abruptly near the car his wife was waiting by
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They say she changed the day that he died
Eb
They say she changed the day that he died
Ab
And in the note, he said his only hope in life had been
Ab
That he’d improve upon the way the world was living in
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But people only knew him as strange
Eb
The people only knew him as strange

And nothing more

Fm7        Eb                 Ab
Were you a genius, were you a fool
      Db        Eb
Or in need of a cure?

Fm7       Eb               Ab
Was it in anger, was it in fear
       Db         Eb
Or had it been in fervor?


[Outro: Left at London]
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All of the quirks we used to have are now a symptom of
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Acronyms we don’t get to know that we’re the victims of
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Then people say that we’ll never change
Eb
And so, of course, we don’t ever change