Synchronicity Ii

Intro:  F#m   D A 

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 Another suburban family morning,   grandmother screaming at the wall 
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 We have to shout above the din of our Rice Crispies,    we can't hear anything at all 
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 Mother chants her litany of boredom and frustration 
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 But we know all her suicides are fake 
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 Daddy only stares into the distance 
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 There's only so much more that he can take  
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 Many miles away, something crawls from the slime, at the bottom of a dark, Scottish lake 

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 Another industrial ugly morning,   the factory belches filth into the sky 
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 He walks unhindered through the picket lines today,   he doesn't think to wonder why 
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 The secretaries pout and preen like, cheap tarts in a red light street 
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 But all he ever thinks to do is watch 
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 And every single meeting with his so-called superior 
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 Is a humiliating kick in the crotch 
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 Many miles away, something crawls to the surface, of a dark Scottish loch 

Solo:   F#m    D A 

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 Another working day has ended,      only the rush hour hell to face 
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 Packed like lemmings into shiny metal boxes,  contestants in a suicidal race 
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 Daddy grips the wheel and stares alone into the distance 
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 He knows that something somewhere has to break 
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 He sees the family home now, looming in the headlights 
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 The pain upstairs that makes his eyeballs ache 
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 Many miles away, there's a shadow on the door, of a cottage on the shore 
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 Of a dark, Scottish lake,                    many miles away,      many miles away