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Tragically Hip
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D-DU-UDU
'Do  you mean the attack is routine?'
 A bird  asked of a bird
 'In this  context, a concave nest,
How  do we learn to hurt?'
'Do  you mean there's no variation?'
 Watching a  dog charge a flock  of birds
 Exploding in congregation
'Why  plan; when we stop?'
'I  dunno... but why suppose
 It's not  the way it should be?
 When you can  fly above
 The great waiting list,'
 As the crow  implies,
 'We won't  be missed,
 We can leave.'
It's  a routine flight for this bird tonight
 There's more worms than earth in the afterlife
 Where the blind feed the blind,
 Whispering things like 'On  the money' and  'Bullseye'
She  picks up the little leaves
 Where human wrecks are left to seed
 Left to repaint their deities
 And plaster  away at their  villainies
 Where there's love,  there's  hope
 'And do you  hope those earthbound poets
 Could learn  to sing as good as us?
So  we can sit back and enjoy  our illusions
And  our quietus?'
 'Well I  don't know... but why suppose
 It's not  the way it should be?
 When you can squawk
 And wait for word from above
 And change  yourself into something  you love
 When you leave?'

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Readable chord sheet for Leave by Tragically Hip

[E]  [F#]  [E]  [F#]  [E]  [B]

[D]'Do you mean the attack is routine?'
A [E]bird asked of a [B]bird
'In [D]this context, a concave nest,
[E]How do we learn to [B]hurt?'

[D]  [E]  [B]

[D]'Do you mean there's no variation?'
Watching [E]a dog charge a [B]flock of [D]birds
Exploding in congregation
[E]'Why plan; when we [B]stop?'

[D]'I dunno... but why suppose
It's [E]not the way it should [B]be?
When you can[D] fly above
The great waiting list,'
As the [E]crow implies,
'We [B]won't be missed,
We can [D]leave.'   [E]

[G]  [D]  [F#m]  [G]

[A]It's a routine flight for this bird tonight
There's more worms than earth in the afterlife
Where the blind feed the blind,
Whispering things like '[F#m]On the money' [G]and 'Bullseye'
[A]She picks up the little leaves
Where human wrecks are left to seed
Left to repaint their deities
And [F#m]plaster away at the[G]ir villainies

Where there's [E]love, there'[B]s hope
'And do [D]you hope those earthbound poets
Could [E]learn to sing as good as [B]us?
[D]So we can sit back and en[E]joy our illusions
[B]And our quietus?'
'Well [D]I don't know... but why suppose
It's [E]not the way it should [B]be?
When you can [D]squawk
And wait for word from above
And [E]change yourself into [B]something you love
When you [D]leave?'   [E]

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