Tin Foil

	  		
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Late New Year's Eve, paper hat on your head 
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it's hard to believe you'll ever be dead 
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But that dream where you're falling you've had since you're five 
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is a bird on your shoulder who whispers goodbye 

         Am              E 
What is moving will be still 
             F                C 
What's been gathered will disperse 
             Am               E 
What's been built up will collapse 
           F        C 
All your dreams fulfilled  

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Evel Knievel shot up from dead grass 
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I loved him better each time he crashed 
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Liza Minnelli spent a month in her bed  
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certain that Skylab would fall on her head 

         Am              E 
What is moving will be still 
             F                C 
What's been gathered will disperse 
             Am               E 
What's been built up will collapse 
           F        C 
All your dreams fulfilled  

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One night I dreamed that I dug my own grave  
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and climbed down inside to patiently wait 
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Down in the ground I breathed the warm air  
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and blackbirds flew down to nest in my hair 

         Am              E 
What is moving will be still 
             F                C 
What's been gathered will disperse 
             Am               E 
What's been built up will collapse 
           F        C 
All your dreams fulfilled  

C