Wasteland Ballad

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D        Em                  G
You lack angels, guardian or otherwise
                A                               D                         A
That formally address you with their shimmering voices when you're in distress
                  Em                          G
And the so-called potent love, from up above,
                           D               A            G
ain't even enough to put a wrinkle in your dress, well I digress
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D                 Em                  G                      A7
Well you met with strange faces after returning from far-off mental places
                D                   Em
Outside of this two-dimensional cartoon
                     G                          A7
Your occasional breakthroughs that no one really seems to relate to
        D                        A             G
In this deadpan wasteland, where no one really loves you
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     Em                   Bm
And all the spit from the tongues of flame
      Em            Bm
Falls on your face, feels like rain
         G                             A
And they call you out, put you in your place
     G                                       A
They call you out but never call you by your name

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