Am The stars collected Dm Each world accounted for Am Freed all the children Dm Seems there is nothing more Am C F Dm If I only had a rowboat I would row it up to heaven Am C F Dm And if heaven would not have me I would take the other option Dm F Gm Bb I will seek out my own satisfaction Dm C Am From the wight lying in the barrow Dm C Am To the priest with his broken arrows F Dm There's a method to the madness F Dm They will feign an expression of sadness Dm C Am A concatenation of locusts Dm C Am And the farmers are losing their focus F Dm On the pitch of the Avenroe grasses F Dm I will sing sing sing to the masses N.C. Oh Heartland, up yours Am The hollow voice of Dm The fourteenth century Am Dm Too much assumption to be taken seriously Am C F Dm Oh you wrote me like a Disney kid in cutoffs and a beater Am C F Dm With a feathered fringe, it doesn't suit a simoniac breeder Dm F Gm Bb Doesn't work doesn't fly doesn't handle Dm C Am From the wight lying in the barrow Dm C Am To the priest with his broken arrows F Dm There's a method to the madness F Dm They will feign an expression of sadness Dm C Am A concatenation of locusts Dm C Am And the farmers are losing their focus F Dm On the pitch of the Avenroe grasses F Dm I will sing sing sing to the masses N.C. Oh Heartland, up yours Am (My home, my homeland, my homeland, my home Dm My home, my homeland, my homeland, my home)x2 Am I will not sing your praises Bb I will not sing your praises here Am I will not sing your praises Bb I will not sing your praises here Am I will not sing your praises Bb I will not sing your praises Am I will not sing your praises Bb I will not sing your praises here Am
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