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Em A Am Please trip them gently, they don't like to fall Em F Oh by jingo Em A Am There's no room for anger, we're all very small Em F Oh by jingo C G E We're painting our faces and dressing in thoughts from the skies Am Am7/G From paradise D7 Em They think that we're holding a secretive ball F Won't someone invite them G Am Am7/G Am/F# Am/F They're just smaller children, that's all, after all Em A Am Man is an obstacle, sad as the clown Em F Oh by jingo Em A Am So hold on to nothing and he won't let you down Em F Oh by jingo C G E Some people are marching together and some on their own Am Am7/G Quite alone D7 Em Others are running, the smaller ones crawl F G But some sit in silence, they're just older children Am Am7/G Am/F# Am/F That's all, after all Interlúdio F#m B Bm F#m G 2X C G E/G# I sing with impertinence, shading impermanent chords Am Am7/G With my words D7 Em I've borrowed your time and I'm sorry I called F G But the thought just occurred that we're nobody's children Am Am7/G Am/F# Am/F at all after all Em A Am Live till your rebirth and do what you will Em F Oh by jingo Em A Am Forget all I said, please bear me no ill Em F Oh by jingo Em A Am Em F Em A Am After all Em A Am After all E A Am E
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