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C# We wiped out all the Buffalo A#m Around the turn of the last century, F# And so it's factories and sawgrass, G# Wheat fields and asphalt laid in front of me. C# The Midwest feels like a hollow place A#m That we filled with love and industry. F# And we're staring at the frozen ground in Goodwill suits, G# Silent as the pastor reads the eulogy. F# G# A#m G# F# Well I wanted to see just a little bit of everything. G# Let me be. C# F# Two blackbirds on a highway sign A#m G# Are laughing at me at four in the morning. C# F# They played the war drum out of time A#m G# So I'm not sure where I've been marching. A#m F# I wanna be strong, but it's not easy anymore. C# G# F# I'm hoping I'm wrong. C# It's sixteen hours straight to home A#m From the heart of North Missouri, F# And so I searched through my great-grandpop's memoirs G# For the devil in my bloodstream. C# Depression grabbed his throat A#m And choked the life out of him slowly. F# I've got the same blood coursing through my veins G# And it'll come for me eventually. C# I bet I'd be a fucking coward. A#m I bet I'd never have the guts for war, F# 'Cause I can't spend another month away from here. G# These frantic rest stop phone calls don't get answered anymore. F# G# A#m G# F# But I, I wanted to know if I could please come home. G# So let me know. C# F# Two blackbirds on a highway sign A#m G# Are laughing at me at four in the morning. C# F# They played the war drum out of time A#m G# So I'm not sure where I've been marching. A#m C# F# I wanna be strong, but it's not easy anymore. C# G# F# I'm hoping I'm wrong. C# G# F# I'm hoping I'm wrong. C# G# F# C# F# Two blackbirds on a highway sign A#m G# Are laughing at me at four in the morning C# F# They played the war drum out of time A#m G# So I'm not sure where I've been marching. A#m C# F# I wanna be strong. C# G# F# I wanna be strong, but it's not easy anymore.
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