Against Me! – High Pressure Low (Guitar)

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There was a high pressure low developing off the coast of Africa,

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uplift in the atmosphere pushed waves

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across the ocean towards Antilles and Bon Air.

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I paced in Agitation.

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I drew the curtains closed.

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I pressed a warm wash cloth to my face.

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Somewhere out there a hurricane was coming.

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There's just no future left for us to dream of,

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living in an era of instability.

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So caught up in the culture of their rivals,

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fear breeds in honest men.

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It's a high pressure low.

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It's a high pressure low.

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7 missiles flying over the sea of japan.

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Tales of feral children sleeping in wolf dens.

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And the pious preacher commands.

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I hold my breath in anticipation.

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Into the shelter of the jungle noble savages run.

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Vestal virgins triumph over life long inhibitions.

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And I wonder, what is real? What is fiction?

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There's just no future left for us to dream of,

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living in an era of instability.

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So caught up in the culture of their rivals,

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fear breeds in honest men.

                      B  F#
It's a high pressure low.

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It's a high pressure low.

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Would anyone forgive Robert McNamara?

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In retrospect he had to admit;

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there was mistake in going to war without first asking all the questions.

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Yes, Robert Strange McNamara,

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there are those who just cannot forget.

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And I wonder, have I lost my own compassion?

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There's just no future left for us to dream of,

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living in an era of instability.

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So caught up in the culture of their rivals,

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fear breeds in honest men.

                      D   A
It's a high pressure low. 

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It's a high pressure low.

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It's a high pressure low. 

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It's a high pressure low.