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#From: Lee Eugene T
#Subject: CRD: AND HIDING AWAY - THE INNOCENCE MISSION
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#And Hiding Away
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#CAPO 1
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[A]I prize the cloudy, tearing [Bm]sky
for the thoughts that flap and fl[A]y.
For staying in and reading [Bm]by.
For sitting under.[A]
I read a book of Madel[Bm]ine
and her friends in two straight li[A]nes,
in Paris, in a house with v[Bm]ines
over its old face.
[E]Far, far is Paris...
and the sky[D] is dark with mystery.
A AND D (I THINK)
Try, catch the thoughts that flap and fly
in the cloudy, tearing sky,
that touch and stir and won't be tied-
and try to speak them.
I think of my old Flower Sky.
Of us, when we thought we were spies.
Of bobbing eggs in Easter dyes.
Of walks in London.
Try, try to hold my love for you,
it knows no measure.
[E]This is a day for hearing ba[D]gpipes
somewhere playing.
[E]This is a day for hearing s[D]arabands
and hiding awa[E]y.[D][E][D]
Sky, I hold my tears if you do.
Starling thoughts, go over me.
NOT TOO SURE ABOUT THE ENDING AND THE INSTRUMENTAL PARTS. THE REST SOUND
FINE. PLEASE MAIL CORRECTIONS AND COMMENTS TO [email protected]
GENE
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##This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the #
##song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. #
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#From: Lee Eugene T
#Subject: CRD: AND HIDING AWAY - THE INNOCENCE MISSION
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#And Hiding Away
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#CAPO 1
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[A]I prize the cloudy, tearing [Bm]sky
for the thoughts that flap and fl[A]y.
For staying in and reading [Bm]by.
For sitting under.[A]
I read a book of Madel[Bm]ine
and her friends in two straight li[A]nes,
in Paris, in a house with v[Bm]ines
over its old face.
[E]Far, far is Paris...
and the sky[D] is dark with mystery.
A AND D (I THINK)
Try, catch the thoughts that flap and fly
in the cloudy, tearing sky,
that touch and stir and won't be tied-
and try to speak them.
I think of my old Flower Sky.
Of us, when we thought we were spies.
Of bobbing eggs in Easter dyes.
Of walks in London.
Try, try to hold my love for you,
it knows no measure.
[E]This is a day for hearing ba[D]gpipes
somewhere playing.
[E]This is a day for hearing s[D]arabands
and hiding awa[E]y.[D][E][D]
Sky, I hold my tears if you do.
Starling thoughts, go over me.
NOT TOO SURE ABOUT THE ENDING AND THE INSTRUMENTAL PARTS. THE REST SOUND
FINE. PLEASE MAIL CORRECTIONS AND COMMENTS TO [email protected]
GENE
