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Junkyard

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F Gm You, me, and all the kings and queens Buried in the junkyard, F Gm And every time the herald Cherub sings We rattle with the car parts F Gm I was born to lie here patiently Be dragged on by the black star F Gm And you were told to glow majestically And love until your hands bleed F Gm You stole your mother's whitest gown Swallowed like a sunbeam F Gm And I stole your father's crusted crown It shook us like a bad dream F Gm They warned to lie impatiently Waiting for the big swing F Gm And you were more than dressing for a feast Eat until your teeth bleed C Bb Am Oh my royalty my hand goes out to you Bb Am You look painfully true Bb C But I saw you cry Bb C Like you used to laugh Bb C When you looked around Bb C Were you looking back Bb C At a lonely love Bb C As to sprouting beans Bb C No one's quite as bloom Bb C As they play to be Bb C I would love to stay Bb C But my work is through Bb C I'm the truest song Bb C That was never true *end on F J. Cooper
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