STANDARD TUNING, NO CAPO

        C5
Me and Lazarus, we shovel all the ashes out
Black bare linens blowing 'round
Back and forth and up and down
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oh oh woah, guess I had nowhere else to go

        C5
Me and Lazarus kept bailing on the riverboat
Floating by the choir rose
Bobbing in the ebb and flow
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oh oh woah, guess I had nowhere else to go

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He's an emancipated punk and he can dance
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But he's got a hole in the pocket of his pants
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Must be a symptom of outstanding circumstances
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Woah

         C5
Me and Lazarus, we fiddle with a baby spoon
Fever flowing through the room
Far too long and way too soon
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oh oh woah, guess I had nowhere else to go

         C5                  
Me and Lazarus, we pick up papa's white boy blues
Hand-me downs and Sunday shoes
Never made the local news
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oh oh woah, guess I had nowhere else to go

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And I'm a liberated loser that can roll
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But where my pocket was I'm peeking through a hole
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A couple second-chances surely would console me
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Woah