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Heres To Life
Bandits Of The Acoustic Revolution
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Intro
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*Horn Part A*
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How did Camus really die that night?
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Were they right? When he died was it really his time, or was it suicide?
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And Holden Caulfield is a friend of mine
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We go drinking from time to time, and I find it gets harder every time.
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*Horn Part B*
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Three went down (But only two of them come up again)
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The minimal is criminal but less is a sin
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Though three went down (only two of them come up again)
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I�m not gonna play if there ain�t no way I�ll win
Am E Am
*Horn Solo*
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Hemingway never seemed to mind the banality of a normal life,
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And I find it gets harder every time.
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So he aimed the shotgun into the blue, placed his face in between the two,
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And sighed: Here�s to Life!
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Am E
*Horn Part A*
F C G Am F C E
*Horn Part B*
Am E
Three went down (but only two of them come up again)
Am E
The minimal is criminal but less is a sin
Am E
Though three went down (only two of them come up again)
F E
I�m not gonna play if there ain�t no way I�ll win
Am C
Hey there Salinger, what did you do?
G Am
Just when the world was looking at you
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To write anything that meant anything,
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You told us you were through
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And it�s been years since you passed away,
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But I see no plaque, and I see no grave
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And I can�t help believing you wanted it that way
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And Vincent Van Gogh, why do you weep?
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You were on your way to heaven but the road was steep
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And who was there to break your fall?
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We�re guilty, one and all
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And I don�t know much, but I do know this:
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With a golden heart comes a rebel fist
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And every single soldier wasn�t fired;
Some have quit
F C G Am F C E
*Horn Part B*
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*Horn Part A*
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And it makes me sick when I think of it: All my heroes could not live with this
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And I hope you rest in peace because with us you never did
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And K.D.C., you were much too young and you changed my life but I draw the line
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At suicide, so here�s to life
Am E Am E
*Outro*
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