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From: jreitz@cats.ucsc.edu 
Date: Fri, 1 Oct 93 19:01:52 -0700 
To: jamesb@animal-farm.nevada.edu 
Subject: CRD:123-IndigoGirls 
 
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Indigo Girls 
 
      E A D G B E 
 
intro: E    E   
 
          E                  E                         
From the bowery to the brimstone, I tried to find your heart. 
      E                E                          
With drugs of initiation, bottom of the barrel that drops. 
   E                   E                  
I understand your causes, sympathize the motivation. 
E                                    E          
 But all the details of this war are just self-infatuation. 
 

 E               
One Two Three, Nothing's for free 
 E                                    E 
Four Five Six, Pick up the sticks and go home. 
                E              
     You better own up to me yeah 
 

E                                      E                          
Manic blood runs thick my friend, are you looking for a clean escape? 
        E                                           E              
What's left when the locks have all been broken, young children of authority? 
 E                                          E                   
How long can you be agile, dancing between the altar and the mercy seat? 
E                                       E                   
Here's a chance to make a choice, are you aware of the fire beneath your feet? 
 

 E               
One Two Three, Nothing's for free 
 E                                    C 
Four Five Six, Pick up the sticks and go home. 
 

                      Em 
the basement lies within us,          the fear comes through the door 
C                         Em                               A    B 
  there's nothing left between us,         the fear becomes a roar 
 

E                                E                   
Once that wheel is in motion, don't lose what you have found. 
     E                                             E                      
I'm talking about the burning wheel of tongues, everything that makes it go around. 
E                               E                      
We're all born in the devil's scorn, they want to see you die. 
     E                     E                         
I'm asking you: Are you true?  Everything they say is a lie. 
 

 E               
One Two Three, Nothing's for free 
 E                                    E 
Four Five Six, Pick up the sticks and go home. 
                E 
     You better own up to me yeah