Аккорды Sister Wife Sex Strike - Growing Trees

[Verse 1]
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Children gather ‘round me and my story I will tell to you
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It was 1963, it was summer and the sky and I were blue
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I went to the bar to toast to my beloved
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Barkeep took pity and bought me a bottle of red
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I drank every drop then I stumbled into the dark
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Last thing I recall was watching a falling star
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Into sleep, I fell and onto that star I wished
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Never to love another and nevermore to be kissed

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[Verse 2]
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Now even the driest wine is never left completely free of sugars
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When the final product leaves the factory
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Up to 200 grams per liter, see?
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And those sugars when left unchecked beget ecology
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Glucose, fructose, xylose, and arabinose
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In my mouth became food for growing cellulose
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Between my teeth and in my throat
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It’s sprouting out through my nose
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Roots take hold and flowers bloom
    Em
And something wild grows

[Verse 3]
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When I open up my mouth
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A forest comes pouring out
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I prune and pluck the flowers out
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And I give them to our children so my love they will not doubt
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I vow to keep up the drought
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Of this poison that brought this fate about
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But when I recall my love I think
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Poor me, poor me, pour me another drink

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Am                Em
When I open up my mouth
  Am                   Em
A forest comes pouring out
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I prune and pluck the flowers out
      Am                                                Em
And I give them to you children so my love you will not doubt