Em B7
O do not forsake me, my indolent friends
O some have forgot-ten the flower of speech
G C6 D D7
O do not for-sake me though you know I must spend
And walks through the garden where I go to de---fend
G Eb C6 Am7
All my darkest hours talking like this
Mis-be-gotten notions while talking like this
G C6 D G B7
For I am one thousand years old.
For I am one thousand years old.
Em G C6 B7
One thousand years old; Sure you think that's old.
One thousand years old: Sure I'd say that's old.
G Em C6 D D7
One thousand years old, but what do you know?
One thousand years old, but what do I know?
G Eb C6 Am7
In my darkest hour, I'm talking like this
In your darkest hour, my indolent friends,
G C6 D7 G B7 (first verse only)
For I am one thousand years old.
We'll be one thousand years old.
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