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Congratulations Chords

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intro G Em C Am


G            Em    C                Am 
Dead in the water It's not a paid vacation 
G            Em                C                Am 
The sons and daughters Of city officials attend demonstrations
G           Em  
It's hardly sink or swim
C                       Am 
When all is well if the tickets sell


Break G  Em C Am 


Out with the whimper

It's not a blaze of glory

You look down from your temple

As people endeavor to make it a story

And chisel a marble word

but all is lost if it's never heard


Chorus 

G  C  G  G7

C
But I've got someone to make reports
D
And tell me how my money's spent
C
To book my stays and draw my blinds
D
So I can't tell what's really there
D
And all I need's a great big congratulations



I'll keep your dreams

You pay attention for me

As strange as it seems, 

I'd rather dissolve

Than have you ignore me

The ground may be moving fast

But I tied my boots to a broken mast



The difference is clear

You throw it in your cauldron

Rust and veneer, dusk and dawn

Steinways and Baldwins

you start with a simple stock 

of all the waste and salt to taste



But damn my luck and damn these friends

That keep on combing back their smiles

I save my grace with half-assed guilt

And lay down the quilt upon the lawn

Spread my arms and soak up
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