Saturday Delivery chords by Wooden Wand

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Intro 1

Verse 1
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At the end of the world
D 
I learned to play again for pleasure
With a fate so immaculate,
so impossible to measure
G 
And my stone -shaped bones
D 
were all that I had to give her
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A 
And there was nothing, nothing,
D 
nothing to consider
To be very smart,
one must be able to remember
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D 
To be a  leader of men,
one must learn to control his temper
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And  some only take
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so that later on they can be the giver
A 
But there's nothing,
D 
nothing, nothing to deliver
G 
I buried my heart
D 
where she once swore upon the lightning
And she sought the asylum
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D 
of the things I found most frightening
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And she danced and she sang on my grave
D 
Till her voice was a whisper
A 
Still there was no one, no one,
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no one that would acquit her
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A 
D 
I was knighted in a hurry
in old Gettysburg
Where a summit of jesters
were shoppin' their works
G 
Where each thing that I stole and I found
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I had kept just to give her
A 
And there was nothing,
D 
nothing, no thing that
But I began to grow curious
and I began to doubt her
When the porch light was off
when I'd come home
from somewhere out without her
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And now she is gone,
I'm only guilty of trying
D 
hard to miss her
A 
When there's nothing,
D 
nothing between us but a river
I agreed to a pact with
the dirt on the tower
I'd abide it,
in return would keep me in flowers
G 
So on to the thing that in spring
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will rush to a wither
A 
Where there's no plea, no truth,
D 
no lies to consider
A 
And there's nothing, nothing,
nothing to consider
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