Light Pollution Tab par Bright Eyes

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John A Hobson was a good man
AmC
he used to loan me books and mic stands
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he even got me a subscription 
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to the Socialist Review
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listening to records in his basement
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old folk songs about the government
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"it's love of money, not the market," 
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he said, "these fuckers push on you.
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and freedom yells, it dont cry.
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whatever sells will decide.
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but there is no hell when you die.
Am
so dont look so worried."
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he got a night life, lost his day job
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pushing paper, swinging pendulums
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anything to serve a function 
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or to occupy some time
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you have got to earn this living somehow
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you are good as dead without a bank account
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but it is funny how alive he felt down 
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in that unemployment line
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with all the trash at his feet
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the pools of piss in the street
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all of that filthy empathy 
Am
for the way we're feeling

G-D-Am-C (x2)

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the billboards shade, the flags they wave
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the anthem was playing loud
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the baseball game was letting out
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then all at once he saw the dust
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and heard every tiny sound
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got in his truck and turned around
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drove out through the crowd and the cops
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drove out past that center mall
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drove out past that sickening sprawl
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out past that fenced in gold
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and maybe he lost control 
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fucking with the radio
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but i bet the stars seemed so close 
Am
at the end