Emaj7 F# C#m7 B "He hath come to the bosom of his beloved Emaj7 D#m7 C#m7 Emaj7 G7 Smiling on him, she beareth him to highest heav'n Fmaj7 G With yearning heart" Fmaj7 G Am Em7 B "On thee we gaze, O' gold-wing'd messenger of mighty Gods" Am Gold-winged (X16) Am Em Gold-winged angel Dm Am Go home, don't tell Am Em Anyone what you are Dm Am You're sacred and they're starved Am Em And their art is gettin' dark Dm And there you are to tear apart Am Em Dm Tear apart, tear apart, tear apart Am You better keep your head down-down Em Dm Da-da-down-down, da-da-down-down Am Am Better keep your head down-down Em Dm Da-da-down-down, da-da-down-down Am Em They're gonna tell you what you wanna hear Dm Am Then they're gonna disappear Am Em Gonna claim you like a souvenir Dm Am Just to sell you in a year Am Am You better keep your head down-down Em Dm Da-da-down-down, da-da-down-down Am Am Better keep your head down-down (Down) Em Dm Da-da-down-down, da-da-down-down Am Am You better keep your head down-down Em Dm Da-da-down-down, da-da-down-down Am Am Better keep your head down-down Em Dm Da-da-down-down, da-da-down-down Am That's good
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