Picking Up Sticks

 
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Come blackest crow  start the wheat field blow 
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In a wind so high  it waves and glows 
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Til you cant see the wood for the trees 
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Im like anybody on their knees 
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Trying to find a way to make it fit 
F#m 
Picking up sticks 
 

 
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Lets swirl again  take us far away 
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To the church bells chime in a far distant field 
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To a place where so lately so low 
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And a time I feel like letting it go 
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Far away enough to catch our breath 
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I know where and everyone there 
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Looking for a click  picking up sticks 
 

 
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Come crimson rays paint us all the same 
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You know the magic is why and its here again 
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Now you cant see the wood for the trees 
A                         G 
Now like anybody on their knees 
A                            G 
Far away enough to catch our breath 
A                  G                        F#m 
Looking for a click  picking up sticks 
 

Outro: 
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