Carrion King (ver. Acoustic) Teclado

	  
Intro 
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From the mountains above 
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To the valley below beneath the dirt and the snow 

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Came the crashing of waves 
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And the breaking of the bodies of the mothers and their babes 

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But i ain’t my fault  
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Cause i was drunk in a ditch when the world fell apart 

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Refrain 
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Oh, won’t you go  
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where they break  
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their bread on the back of  the folks you never know  
far from the dirt and the snow 

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we can stamp our feet 
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let the carrion wings of the keep the beat 

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or we can light a fire 
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but all the matches went home and the wood’s so tired 

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but it ain’t my fault 
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cause i was holding your hand when the world fell apart 

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Refrain 
F               C 
Oh, won’t you go  
                F 
where they break  
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their bread on the back of  the folks you never know  
far from the dirt and the snow 

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when the sun don’t come 
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we will toil in the darkness that we have palmed 

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so make your bed 
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cause i’ll be chamoingat the bid i’ll be feasting on the dead 

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but it ain’t my fault 
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cause i was questioning grace when the world felt apart 

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Refrain 
F               C 
Oh, won’t you go  
                F 
where they break  
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their bread on the back of  the folks you never know  
far from the dirt and the snow 

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