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 G Pushing through the market square Em  , so many mothers sighing
 A News had just come over, we had C  five years left to cry in
 G News guy wept and told us Em  , earth was really dying
 A Cried so much his face was wet, and I C  knew he was not lying
I heard G  telephones, opera house, favorite melodies
I saw Em  boys, toys, electric irons and TV's
My  A  brain hurt like a warehouse, it had no room to spare
I had to  C  cram so many things to store everything in there
And all the fat-skinny Am  people, C  and all the tall-short Am  people
 C And all the nobody G  people, C  and all the somebody D 
I never thought I'd need so many peo Am ple      C 
 
 
 G A girl my age went off her head Em  , hit some tiny children
 A If the black hadn't a pulled her off,  C  I think she would have killed them
 G A soldier with a broken arm Em  , his fixed stare to the wheels of a Cadillac
 A A cop knelt and kissed the feet of a priest, and a C  queer threw up at the sight of that
 G I think I saw you in an ice cream parlor Em  , drinking  milk shakes cold and long
 A Smiling and waving and looking so fine, C  don't think you knew you were in this song
 G  And it was cold, and it rained, so I felt like an actor
And  Em  I thought of Ma and I wanted to get back there
Your  A  face, your race, the way that you talk
 C  I kiss you, you're beautiful, I want you to walk
We got G  five years, stuck on my eyes - Em  Five years, what a suprise
We got A  five years, my brain hurts alot - C  Five years, that's all we got
We got G  five years...
 
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