Crimson Ship

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My life was coloured, painting pictures out of tune
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You came from nowhere in a song
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It might have been the way I laughed, he made the jokes
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Could only show me what was wrong

H                          E
He took me flying on his crimson ship
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He never left me his number
H                          E
He took me flying on his crimson ship
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Then he was gone and I wondered

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Who put the knots on all the crosses on the hill?
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Why did the old man wash his hands?
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Who grew the flower that was big enough to kill?
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And blew the trumpet in the van, a-an

H                          E
He took me flying on his crimson ship
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He never left me his number
H                         E
He took me flying on his crimson ship
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Then he was gone and I wondered
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Oh-oh, oh-oh

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When they were busy throwing kisses at the moon
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A father lost his mother's son
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And though they knew the resurrection would be soon
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The time was spent, they carried on, o-on

H                          E
He took me flying on his crimson ship
F#                    A  E
He never left me his number
H                         E
He took me flying on his crimson ship
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Then he was gone and I wondered

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Wondered Wondered Wondered . . . . .