Able To Sing

G A Bm A G
G A Bm A G

[Verse]
            G     A                Bm  A G
I went to a wedding, I brought a song
     G                           A                D
I folded it up like a list of thanks at a Praisathon
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The bride was Snow White, the groom was strong
   G                         A      D
Trailers as endless as the day is long

[Chorus]
               G         A            D   Dsus2 Bm
Some days are fairy tales, some days belie
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The four and twenty black birds baked in a pie
                      G        A                D Dsus2 Bm
Could open up their sweet throats to serenade a king
                 C          G                      G      A    Bm  D  G
That's a lot of heat to take and still be able to sing, sing, sing

[Verse]
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It's not been proven hard to bring unending start
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And even easier to die from a broken heart
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Oh, was a blind force trauma from the fireworks
         G                               A      D
That someone is celebrating while another gets hurt

[Chorus]
               G         A            D   Dsus2 Bm
Some days are fairy tales, some days belie
                      E                    C#m
The four and twenty black birds baked in a pie
                      G        A                D Dsus2 Bm
Could open up their sweet throats to serenade a king
                 C          G                      G      A    Bm  D  G
That's a lot of heat to take and still be able to sing, sing, sing

[Bridge]
                 A
Still I see them in the night
                      B
With their blood red wings alike
                        C#m
While the rocket's red glare
                          B
Gives proof through the night
                     C
If some things not right
                 A
Some things not right

[Verse]
                G    A               Bm   A G
In the book of Steven there is no prophecy
                     G        A                           D
'Cause there was no need for God in the way things came to be
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Some live by faith, some live by proof
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They don't meet up on a friendly road or live under the same roof

[Chorus]
               G         A            D   Dsus2 Bm
Some days are fairy tales, some days belie
                      E                    C#m
The four and twenty black birds baked in a pie
                      G        A                D Dsus2 Bm
Could open up their sweet throats to serenade a king
                 C          G                      G      A    Bm  D  G
That's a lot of heat to take and still be able to sing, sing, sing

[Outro]
G                   A              Bm
And the birds fall hard like black rain
G                   A              Bm
Jerking the earth with a portent stain
G                   A              Bm
Beat like drums, they beat like a wings
Are we looking? Are we listening?
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Sing, sing, sing, sing
G     A     Bm
Sing, sing, sing