Ordinary Days

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And if the conversation's right,
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He'll ask the audience to throw away all his
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instruments tonight.

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It's all he's known for all his life,
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He's got the opera house believin' him that there's just no end
        Bm
They're throwing down all their papers now,
Bm
Knowing not what he sings about,
    D
And casting away the one's who say:

Chorus
A    F#m                D
He's trapped within his ways
    Bm              A
His records and his tapes
  F#m         D         Bm       A
Appropriate escape from ordinary days.

Dm                            A
They call him line connection aim,
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They raise the pennants high, they're cheering their new-found hero of the game.
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But it's all he'll know for all his life,
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He burns the opera house, he's telling himself there's just no end
     Bm
He's throwing down all his papers now
Bm
Knowing not what he sings about,
    D
And casting away the ones who say:

Chorus
A    F#m                D
He's trapped within his ways
    Bm              A
His records and his tapes
  F#m         D         Bm       A
Appropriate escape from ordinary days.