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 Ab             Ab7     Db                           Db Fm/C
Chicken in the farmyard, there's an oven in your bin 
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You're growing old with sorrow, you're growing fat with sin 
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I was living in the graveyard, I was hanging from the wall 
Bbm                        Fm                            Eb
I was living in the desert, I was trying not to fall 
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Once I stood upon Olympus,   then the heavens opened wide 
Eb  Bb/D Cm            Bb     Db      Ab/C             Bb 
I beheld that flaming chariot   and I saw the sacred bride 

Ab Eb/G Fm Eb

Ab               Ab7        Db Fm/C 
Now and then my life seems truer,   
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now and then my thoughts seem pure 
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All in all, my thoughts are fewer - 
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maybe death will be my cure