Parakeet Teclado

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you wake up in the morning  
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and fall out of your bed 
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mean cat eat parakeets 
    D          C      H 
and this one's nearly dead. 
    G      Bm       E 
you dearly wish the wind shift 
    G      Bm      E 
and greasy windows slide 
G    Bm      E 
open for the parakeet 
      D       C      H 
who's colored bitter lime. 
 
Em       C 
open the window 
    Am             Bm   D  
and lift into your dreams 
Em      C 
lately, baby 
Am             D       H7 
you can barely breathe. 
 
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a broken wrist an accident 
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you know that something's wrong 
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you fold the leavings of your past 
 D     C            H 
no one knows you've gone. 
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the sunspot flares of the early 
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nineties light up your wings. 
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and scan the shortwave radio 
     D        C     H 
it's tracking outer rings. 
 
Em        C            
open your window 
    Am          Bm   D 
to  lift into a dream 
Em    C 
baby, baby 
Am             D        H7 
you can starts to breathe 
 
 
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the tectonic dispatcher shifts 
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to smooth the ocean floor 
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and flattens out to warmer winds 
   D          C     H 
of Brisbane's sunny shore. 
      G       Bm      E 
where buddhas tend to mending wrists 
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a tea made from the leaves 
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of eucalyptus fragrances 
    D    C    H 
and coriander seeds. 
 
Em       C 
open the window 
   Am          Bm   D  
to lift into a dream 
Em    C 
baby, baby 
Am                Bm    D 
you can starts to breathe. 
Em        C            
open your window 
    Am          Bm   D 
to  lift into a dream 
Em    C 
baby, baby 
Am             D        H7 
you can starts to breathe 
 
    G       Bm     E 
you wake up in the morning 
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to warm Pacific breeze 
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where mean cars chew on licorice 
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and cannot climb the trees.