Salt Throwers off a Truck

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When February came it came straight for New York
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Any colder - they said- we'll be skating to work
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Salt throwers were taming the sidewalks with haste
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Til the whole of the city was
Gbm7        E
Seasoned to taste


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The world was a yawn fingerprinted by night
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Pro couples out running the leaves into kites
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And out jumped the soul from his too-little chest
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Was kited away-ay along with the rest

Interlude:
   D Dbm (x3)
   Bsus2

D       Dbm     Bsus2   A
Live by design, til you resign
D         Dbm   Bsus2
If anyone asks, I love my city...


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Oh where will ya take me for dinner and xxx?
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The romance of somewhere where trains go direct?
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I live pretty close to a view of the stars
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But it's not in my nature to look through the bars
   A
My friend
       E
You're major
       A           E
You're king of the world
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You might as well feel it
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You might as well take all the
A              E
Chips that you can
            A              E
They're the chips that you earned
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And they're ain't no forever
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Where living's concerned
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When I'm at the door of whatever it is
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If it's nothing romantic or nothing to miss
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I'll hope that I lived like those salt thrower heads
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Drove over the treasury and helping the next

Interlude:
   D Dbm (x3)
   Bsus2

D       Dbm     Bsus2   A
Live by design, til you resign
D         Dbm   Bsus2
If anyone asks, I love my city...


A         E         A          E
Old was a man who attended his patch
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Offending next door with the lock on the latch
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He felt too deeply, too often, too long
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And now he'll feel nothing forever
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