Cape Canaveral

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Oh, oh, oh brother totem pole
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I saw your legends lined up
                              E
And I never felt more natural
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Apart, I just came     apart

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Please, please, please sister Socrates
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You always answer with a question
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Show some kindness to a petty thief
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Forgive, you did    forgive

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Watch the migrants smoke in the old orange grove
        A                     D
And the red rocket blaze over Cape Canaveral
              D               E
You’ve been a father to me In 1960’s speak
       A                 D
In the comatose joy that we’re on TV
           Bm
While the mountain’s side was shining
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Wild colors of my destiny

               Bm
I watched your face age backwards
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Changing shape in my memory
              Bm
You taught me victory’s sweet
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Even deep in the cheap seats

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Hey, hey, hey mother interstate
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Can you deliver me from evil
                                     E
Make me honest make me wedding cake
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Atone, I will   atone

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Wait, wait, wait mighty outer-space
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All that flying saucer terror
                               E
Made me lazy drinking lemonade
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A waste, it just went     to waste

         D                  E
Like the Freon cold out the hotel door
       A                      D
Or the white rocket fade over Cape Canaveral
              D                   E
You’ve been a daughter to me your buried shoe-box grief
            A                     D
I felt your poltergeist love like savannah heat
          Bm
While the waterfall was pouring
                            A
Crazy symbols of my destiny
               Bm
I watched your face die backwards
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Little baby in my memory
            Bm
You told me victory's sweet
                             A
Even deep in the cheap seats

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And you don’t judge me
                E      D
That’s not your style
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But I won’t see you
      C#m          D
for a little while
               F#m              D
And there’s no worries, oh lord
          E    D
Whose got time
          F#m                 E
All these changes are going to fill your mind

         D                   E
Like the citrus glow off the old orange grove
       A                     D
Or the red rocket blaze over Cape Canaveral
            D                      E
It’s been a nightmare to me Some 1980’s grief
         A                     D
Gives me parachute dreams Like old war movies
          Bm                                               A
While the universe was drawn Perfect circles form infinity

              Bm
I watched the stars get smaller
                           A
Tiny diamonds in my memory
            Bm
I know that victory is sweet
                             A
Even deep in the cheap seats