The Argus Chords by Ween

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_ _ _ Yesterday _ we lost our lives, _ tomorrow _ we [D] were born. _ _
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[F] _ _ Fortune _ [Am] smiled upon us, _
_ [F] _ _ sacrificed _ [Am] the youngest. _ _
[F] _ _ All that he [C] might help [E] us _ _ _ _ _ see.
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_ _ Magnize the track for miles, _ looking _ for [D] disease.
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Puzzled by [Am] the mountain, _ _ _ [F] _
tricked _ [C] by the _ [E] sea. _ _ _ _
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[C] And the Argus [Em] is practiced [A] compassion, _ [Em] _
with [C] an eye on [G] you, _ [A] as one is [D] on me.
_ _ Will [C] the God I [G] grant his [A] forgiveness, _ [G] _ and [C] allow he [Em] that's lived [A] a reason [E] to see. _ _
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_ [Am] _ Found in days and building _ walls, _ realms, _ ringstones [D] to warn. _ _ _
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_ [F] _ All the [Am] signs that guide us, _
_ [F] _ chosen by [Am] the _ Argus. _
_ [F] _ Tell me he [C] has _ [E] chosen you.
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Led by form we'll shed our souls, _ _ trusting you like [D] a _ [G] child.
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_ [D] _ _ _ [F] See the dark faces [Am] _
gift us, _ _ [F] trick them in _ [C] seventy _ [E] hours. _ _ _ _
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And [C] the Argus [Em] is practiced [Am] compassion, _ [Em] _
with [C] an eye on [G] you, [Am] as one is [D] on me.
_ Will [Am] the [C] God [Em] I grant his [A] forgiveness, _ [Em] _ letting [C] _ [Em]
droplets of life [Am] be wept from [E] the _ sea. _
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Lying _ there, _ symbolic in [Am] all gear, he closes the night, which closes another.
And in sleepy dreams of watching and looking, and feathered clouds dancing.
He curls up his fins, [C] _ _
_ _ _ _ swirling _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ illusions, a man is _ confusion, _ all over world.
Done just to _ appease him, [Am] he obviously cries, though life has its place in the soul.
_ It's only meant to be in the very [C] heart.
_ _ _ [F] _ The _ _ _ [C] Argus. _
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