Intro:

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E (low) Eb C#


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There was a high pressure low developing off the coast of Africa,
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uplift in the atmosphere pushed waves
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across the ocean towards Antilles and Bon Air.
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I paced in Agitation.
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I drew the curtains closed.

I turned the air conditioner on.
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I pressed a warm wash cloth to my face.
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Somewhere out there a hurricane was coming.

          E                            B   F#
There's just no future left for us to dream of,
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living in an era of instability.
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So caught up in the culture of their rivals,
       B              F#
fear breeds in honest men.
                      B  F#
It's a high pressure low.
        E             B  F# E
It's a high pressure low.


B
7 missiles flying over the sea of japan.
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Tales of feral children sleeping in wolf dens.
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And the pious preacher commands.
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I hold my breath in anticipation.
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Into the shelter of the jungle noble savages run.
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Vestal virgins triumph over life long inhibitions.
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And I wonder, what is real? What is fiction?

          E                            B   F#
There's just no future left for us to dream of,
              E       B    F#
living in an era of instability.
    E
So caught up in the culture of their rivals,
       B             F#
fear breeds in honest men.
                      B  F#
It's a high pressure low.
        E             B  F# E
It's a high pressure low.

      D     
Would anyone forgive Robert McNamara?
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In retrospect he had to admit;
             D                                                  A      G A
there was mistake in going to war without first asking all the questions.
     D       
Yes, Robert Strange McNamara,
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there are those who just cannot forget.
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And I wonder, have I lost my own compassion?

         G                              D    A
There's just no future left for us to dream of,
          G                 D  A
living in an era of instability.
                     G
So caught up in the culture of their rivals,
       D               A
fear breeds in honest men.
                      D   A
It's a high pressure low. 
        G             D   A
It's a high pressure low.
        G             D   A
It's a high pressure low. 
        G             D   A  G
It's a high pressure low.
                     
Outro:

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