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E G#m The wind blows the ashes of summer, F#m E D A and pulls the tar paper face on the hooding E G#m the marmalade cat, with dark mangled ears F#m E slips through the fence without speaking F#m this is my world and home A E football and marbles and coming home late if you dare E G#m I look at the face in the mirror, F#m E D A I know it so well, but I don’t know at all E G#m and the child books are weary, and fade on the shelves F#m E with things that were precious now dusty F#m this is my yesterday A E and the friends that I knew, have all gone B now A and now E F# now is the time E D A E for the leavin’ E G#m in a corner she sits, by the fire F#m E D A she seeks the words that somehow elude her E G#m and the yesterday face, a picture with moustache F#m E looks down to the ground from the mantelpiece F#m this is my world alone A E the blue cotton dress and the man on the cross on the wall E G#m then why must you go, are the words that she’s found F#m E D A there’s a job in the paper, that’s firm E G#m five minutes from home and the pay is real good F#m E and the prospects get better, they say F#m how can I tell you now A E good bye must be all I can say B and now A and now E F# now is the time E for the leavin’ B and now A and now E F# now is the time E D A E for the leavin’ E D A E (repeat to fade)
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