A Song Dedicated To The Memory Of Stormy The Rabbit Tab de uke por Andrew Jackson Jihad

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For four four nights I have fled from my fortress
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Foraging forests five footsteps in length
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Fortitude found within forty ounce bottles
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Flowing like flies from your face
E
From your face

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My neighborhood has been filled brim with black cats
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And when I go driving they walk in my path
E
All the time, every time
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La da dada dum da da dum da da dum
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La deeda da dum da da dum da da dum
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                                 E
La deeda da dum da da dum da da dum da da dum da da dum

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First we were babies, we're birthing and dying
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Then we were children, we're playing and crying
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Then we're teenagers we're smoking and fucking
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Now we're all grownup and we're sadly sighing
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And lacking but lurking and licking our wounds
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We've created by lusting and lying
E
To ourselves and to others
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                         E
We're sadly sigh-hyhy-hy-hyhy-hyhy-hy-hyhy-hy-ing
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                               E
We're sadly sigh-hyhy-hy-hyhy-hy-hyhy-hy-hyhy-hy-ing
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                                E
We're sadly sigh-hyhy-hy-hyhy-hy-hyhy-hy-hyhy-hy-ing
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                         E
We're sadly sigh-hyhy-hy-hyhy-hy-hyhy-hy-hyhy-ing

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And I'd like to be a big ball of meat
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For bees to buzz around and eat
             E
When I die, so I might be granted
                        Am
One sense of purpose