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[Verses]
B
Sold my cold knot
G#m     F#
A heavy stone
B                 G#m           F#
Sold my red horse for a venture home

To vanish on the bow -
         E
Settling slow

                          G#m
Fit it all, fit it in the doldrums
(Or so the story goes)
E
Color the era
             G#m
Film it's historical

B
My mile could not
G#m      F#
Pump the plumb
B            G#m           F#
In my arbor 'till my ardor trumped

every inner inertia
     E
Lump sum

All at once
                  G#m
Rushing from the sub-pump

(Or so the story goes)
E
Balance we won't know
                         G#m
We will see when it gets warm