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Beck - Aint Your Time To Go

G G C G
well , if it ain’t your time to go then you’d better stay put for now
A C G D
everybody’s got to do their time until it’s time
G D C G
and if it ain’t broken then break it and say you knew me way back when
A C G D
when fools were fools and all the rest were swine waiting to be defiled
G D C G
i could hang up my shingles out by the side of the road
A C G D
try to bang the blame out of the cinders you left behind
G D C G
like a driftwood in the night that was washed up by the light
A C G D
of the moon that bleached my bones then sent me to the pile
G D C G
mustard in your smile , land that hand on the radio dial
A C G D
then the breezes of the season have blown us back to hell
G D C G
it’s a stolen telephone that i dialed , blind and alone
A C G D
just to hear the voice of a bargain center soul
G D C G
now the deserts are in flame and the bandages are the same
A C G D
and the factory’s casualties are looking for mangled jewels
G D C G
well if it ain’t your time to go , then you better stay put for now
A C G D G
’cause everybody’s got to put their hand upon the hand of the clock
D G D G
like the minds of misers grinding down their gears to a halt

G G C G
well , if it ain’t your time to go then you’d better stay put for now
A C G D
everybody’s got to do their time until it’s time
G D C G
and if it ain’t broken then break it and say you knew me way back when
A C G D
when fools were fools and all the rest were swine waiting to be defiled
G D C G
i could hang up my shingles out by the side of the road
A C G D
try to bang the blame out of the cinders you left behind
G D C G
like a driftwood in the night that was washed up by the light
A C G D
of the moon that bleached my bones then sent me to the pile
G D C G
mustard in your smile , land that hand on the radio dial
A C G D
then the breezes of the season have blown us back to hell
G D C G
it’s a stolen telephone that i dialed , blind and alone
A C G D
just to hear the voice of a bargain center soul
G D C G
now the deserts are in flame and the bandages are the same
A C G D
and the factory’s casualties are looking for mangled jewels
G D C G
well if it ain’t your time to go , then you better stay put for now
A C G D G
’cause everybody’s got to put their hand upon the hand of the clock
D G D G
like the minds of misers grinding down their gears to a halt

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