Jefferson Airplane - Lather, аккорды

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Lather was thirty years old today, 
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They took away all of his toys. 
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His mother sent newspaper clippings to him, 
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About his old friends who'd stopped being boys. 
 
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There was Harwitz Е. Green, just turned thirty-three, 
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His leather chair waits at the bank. 
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And Seargent Dow Jones, twenty-seven years old, 
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Commanding his very own tank. 
 
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But Lather still finds it a nice thing to do, 
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To lie about nude in the sand, 
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Drawing pictures of mountains that look like bumps, 
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And thrashing the air with his hands. 
 
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But wait, oh Lather's productive you know, 
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He produces the finest of sound, 
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Putting drumsticks on either side of his nose, 
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Snorting the best licks in town 
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But that's all over... 
 
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Lather was thirty years old today, 
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And Lather came foam from his tongue. 
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He looked at me eyes wide and plainly said, 
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Is it true that I'm no longer young? 
 
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And the children call him famous, 
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What the old men call insane, 
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And sometimes he's so nameless, 
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That he hardly knows which game to play... 
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Which words to say... 
 
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And I should have told him, "No, you're not old." 
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And I should have let him go on... smiling...baby wide.