The Decemberists – Calamity Song (Guitar)

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Had a dream, you and me and the war of the 

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end times 

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And I believe California succumbed to the 

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fault line 

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And the Andalusian tribes 

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Setting the lay of Nebraska alight 

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'Til all that remains is the arms of the angels 

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Hetty Green, queen of supply-side bonhomie bone-drab. Know what I mean? 

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On the road, it's well advised that you follow your own bag 

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In the year of the chewable Ambien tab 

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And the Panamanian child 

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Stands at the dowager empress' side 

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And all that remains is the arms of the angels 

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And all that remains is the arms of the angels 

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When you've receded into loam 

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And they're picking at your bones 

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We'll come home

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We’ll come home 

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Quiet now, will we gather to conjure the rain down?

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Will we now build a civilization below ground? And I'll be crowned the community kick-it-around 

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And the Andalusian tribes 

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Setting the lay of Nebraska alight 

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'Til all that remains is the arms of the angels 

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'Til all that remains is the arms of the angels