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Song For Annie's Harmonica

Kind Of Like Spitting
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Strum
D-DU-UDU
Slid  right through the turnstile and off  the loft  we went,
 We were taken  in by strangers, called out  by coil and kin.
 Oh concentrate  on as far  back as you  can go,
 When we would put  a bullet in its
 belfry to prove  it's all a hoax,
 So what we don't  impress the fireworks
 with the strumming  of  our smiles
 But you can look  up how high heaven is
 and try  to count the miles,
 Keeps us busy  for awhile.
 (play the intro once or twice inbetween the verses)
Said  the cradle to the kick drum that life  begins  again,
 Smoke butts  like spent bullets
 Street sweepers  home to sleep  again
 And when he put  his arms around me his
hoodie  smelled  like gasoline,
So  here's to all lost fragrances,
 To a future  with some balance,
 To a future  without judgment,
 To a future  with my  family
 To a future  without anger,
 To a fate  of more than damaged  fits,
 To a future  worth re...membering.
 (you can end with the intro and end on C or just invent your own ending)

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Readable chord sheet for Song For Annie's Harmonica by Kind Of Like Spitting

[C]  [C]  [C] [C]
[F]  [Em]  [G]
[F]  [Em]  [G]
[C]

[C]Slid right through the turnstile and [Am]off the [G]loft we [F]went,
We were t[C]aken in by strangers, called [F]out by coil and [G]kin.
Oh [C]concentrate on as [Am]far back as [G]you can [F]go,
When we would [C]put a bullet in its
belfry to [F]prove it's all a [G]hoax,
So what we [C]don't impress the fireworks
with the [Am]strumming o[G]f our [F]smiles
But you can [C]look up how high heaven is
and [F]try to count the [G]miles,
Keeps us [F]busy for aw[G]hile.      [C]

(play the intro once or twice inbetween the verses)

[C]Said the cradle to the kick drum that [Am]life b[G]egins a[F]gain,
Smoke [C]butts like spent bullets
Street [F]sweepers home to s[G]leep again
And when he [C]put his arms around me his
[Am]hoodie sm[G]elled like [F]gasoline,
[C]So here's to all lost fragrances,

To a [F]future with some [G]balance,
To a [F]future without ju[G]dgment,
To a [F]future with my [G]  family[C]

To a [F]future without an[G]ger,
To a [F]fate of more than [G]damaged fits,
To a [F]future worth  re.[G]..memberi[C]ng.

(you can end with the intro and end on C or just invent your own ending)

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