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C D F Bb C G….(x1)

Dog at the window still
looks all day never gets her fill
Cause a glance means a chance
to break the birds out congregating

I have seen a look like that
you licked your chops from where you sat
Make your kill for a thrill
and you don’t mind waiting

Rise up your dead,
there’s life in the old girl yet
Rise up your dead

When it bums you out,
all the hunters sprung to pounce
And at best it’s a mess
like a nest infested

You remember there’s more than this
There always was and always is
Tend the artist in your charges,
you are full invested

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And if you need to, read your mindless mag
Call me up for tickets, we’ll go see sugarland

And it gets better even when it’s been a drag
Just move to the music, move your body to the band and
Rise up!

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