Big Volcano, Small Town

[Intro]
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It's almost as if it was choreographed
   Bm                   G
The towel, the sushi, the way that you laughed
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The things you said to woo me into bed
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The market's my office and yours is the street
       Bm                       G
And I'm wiping the juice stains off of my feet
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And your words just don't seem too concrete to me
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We stayed up all night making Jenga Inuksuks
Bm                G
Kissing slow and leafing through cookbooks
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Opening the doors to see how the night looked
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On the festival grounds and at my place and yours
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Now I'm catching buses, sleeping on floors
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And coming to cherish household chores when I'm home again
F#m                         G
And you turned out to be a letdown
 
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Big volcano, small town
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Big volcano, small town
 
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Well now I'm on the bus and it keeps getting faster
Bm                      G
And you think you're such a rasta
             A                  F#m                    D
But you don't know Mount Zion from Mount Shasta
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Oh please God, let me wake up in San Fran
Bm              A           G
Let us not derail, let us stick with the plan
             A                  Bm   D
I'm going to California just 'cause I can
F#m                         G
And you turned out to be a letdown
 
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Big volcano, small town
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Big volcano, small town
 
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Well up in Mill Valley over Redwood brush
   Bm              G
I see I don't matter much
A                                                       D
The wind is my weakness and you are my crutch
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Let these twisting trees be our knuckling fingers
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Let these little birds be our favorite singers
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Let these sparks of rage be our our firebringers
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Some find love in Berkeley, I find it in lies
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I'm disappointed but I'm not surprised
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I'll be gone with the wind, you were Lord of the Flies
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Today Ocean Beach and tomorrow Vancouver
     Bm            A           G
My bank card's in Portland, my heart's in the sewer
     A                                                  D
But one thing's for sure I have never been truer
F#m                           G
And you turned out to be a letdown
 
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Big volcano, small town
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Big volcano, small town
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Big volcano, small town
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Big volcano, small town