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A
A (non-recovered?) alcoholic in the opera, and Jackson Pollack said,
D A
"All these things, all these things are yours."
F#m A
She said, "You're not blessed and you're not cursed. In the end, you write your verse."
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Yeah, all these things, all these things are yours.
Bm D
Let that feeling born in shadow,
F#m E
let it make you, make you strong,
Bm F#m
and the demons you've got to carry,
D E A
carry you on, and on, and on.
A
(Drunk, cold?) chains, addict (something...?), took us all to better days.
D A
Said all these things, all these things are yours.
F#m A
Am I right, or am I wrong? In the end, just write your song.
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'Cuz all these things, all these things are yours.
Bm D
Let that feeling born in shadow,
F#m E
let it make you, make you strong,
Bm F#m
and the demons you've got to carry,
D E A
carry you on, and on, and on.
D A
'Cuz all these things, all these things are yours.
D A
All these things, all these things are yours.
D A
All these things, all these things are yours.
A F#m
What happened to you, man, I've been there too.
D E A
'Cuz all these things, all these things are yours.
Bm D
Let that feeling born in shadow,
F#m E
let it make you, make you strong,
Bm F#m
and the demons you've got to carry,
D E A
carry you on, and on, and on.
Bm D
Let that feeeeeeeeling that you caaaaarry...
A
No, no, no.
