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\selectlanguage{english}
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\songcolumns{1}
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\beginsong{Your name, my game}
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[by={Herman Düne},cov={giant},album={Giant}]
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\cover
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\gtab{F#m}{2:022000}
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\gtab{E}{022100}
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\gtab{Bm}{2:X02210}
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\begin{verse}
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And see the \[F#m]flock of birds, black as your apartment is at night
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Take \[E]off when my dog comes a-running to bite
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And as they \[Bm]sit on their branches to watch the game
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They're \[F#m]chanting your name
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The \[E]crows at the game
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They \[F#m]chant your name
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\end{verse}
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\begin{verse}
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And as I drive home listening to Kimya's record on K
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There's this deer with its little ones in the field off the freeway
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And it's teaching its fawns who are still a bit lame
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To chant your name
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The baby deer still lame
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They know your name
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\end{verse}
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\begin{verse}
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And the birch trees and the pine trees behind the summer house
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They raise their voices when the cigarette drops from the city boy's mouth
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And when they're shit-scared that a mighty fire could start with a tiny flame
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Man, they call out your name
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Shit-scared of a tiny flame
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Even the trees call your name
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\end{verse}
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\begin{verse}
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And the baboon in the cage at the mercy of scientists
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He is brave and he's a-showing his teeth to resist
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And despite all the drugs that they are using to tame
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Him, he's a-shouting your name
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The baboon that no-one can tame
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He's a-shouting your name
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\end{verse}
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\begin{verse*}
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To the scientists who feel no shame
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He's a-shouting your name
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And when I'm lost again
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Well I do the same
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I shout your name
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\end{verse*}
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\endsong
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