All The Dogs Are Lying Down

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I saw prayers being made with plastic rosaries

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 Carpets laid, no thought for furniture...




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 All the dogs are lying down

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 All the dogs are lying...

 E                F#m
 All the dogs are lying down

 A
 All the dogs are lying...




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 As I crept wayward cracking bones

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 The steeple rose, the way unknown.

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 The steeple jarred I set me down

     F#m
 And listened to the furnished ground.




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 "She saith soft things," said one who lay -

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 I turned to see the one turn grey!

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 An ash-burnt brim with naught he wept

 F#m
 But to the ground my ear had bent.




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 "Say softer things than e'er," saith I

     F#m
 The while my horse had run a mile

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 And lying in the black I wept -

 F#m
 For ne'er a lad so wayward crept.



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 Listening hard I felt too young -

 F#m
 The waywards talk with older tongues...




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 SCD WS ON!
 SCD WS UP!

 Bm
 LEFT C WN!
 LIP OUT!

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 Burned by day!
 Marooned by night!

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 Lost in a battle and found in a fight

 E
 Creep off ash-stained

 Bm
 Jump off, six lanes

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 One left and one gone!

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 None left and I'm gone!

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 I'm gone! I'm gone! I'm gone!



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      A               E       A       E
I saw prayers being made with plastic rosaries

A          E      A           E
 Carpets laid, no thought for furniture...


 E                F#m
 All the dogs are lying down

 A
 All the dogs are lying...

 E                F#m
 All the dogs are lying down

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 All the dogs are lying...