The Airborne Toxic Event – It Doesnt Mean A Thing (Guitar)

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I never knew my mother

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I can't say it was so bad

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She was still a girl of seventeen

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The night she met my dad

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He was just six months out of Chino

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Tryin' his hardest to stay clean

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And they'd sing and they'd sing and they'd sing

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Like doves sleepin' with broken wings

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In a bed fit   for a king

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It didn't mean a thing

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It was a shotgun-forced wedding

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And they forgot to bring the guns

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They were too busy countin' promises

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To the children not yet born

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No one could afford the ride

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They just hitched up the one oh one

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And they'd sing and they'd sing and they'd sing

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Like doves dancin' with broken wings

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With a view fit   for a king

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It didn't mean a thing

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It was a lonliness they would confess

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Like the world had gone bad, I guess

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So they'd hold hands lookin' to the eyes of God

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They'd say, "Tell me, why'd you hide from us?

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Why'd you fill the world with wickedness?

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Why'd you spare us from your grace but not the rod?"

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Now my dad says, "Fuck the details,

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Just keep your head down hide.

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You gotta find yourself alone 

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before you'll find the eyes of God"

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You may be broke and scared        

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And mad as hell at the flesh of your heart's strings

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But you were born to be a  peasant not a king

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So just stop actin' like you're runnin' from something

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You're gonna leave the way you came without a thing

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With your heart tied to your mind tied to a string

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You just sing and you sing and you sing

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It doesn't mean a thing