Intro

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*Horn Part A*

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How did Camus really die that night?
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Were they right? When he died was it really his time, or was it suicide?
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And Holden Caulfield is a friend of mine
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We go drinking from time to time, and I find it gets harder every time.

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*Horn Part B*

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Three went down (But only two of them come up again)
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The minimal is criminal but less is a sin
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Though three went down (only two of them come up again)
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I’m not gonna play if there ain’t no way I’ll win

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*Horn Solo*

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Hemingway never seemed to mind the banality of a normal life,
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And I find it gets harder every time.
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So he aimed the shotgun into the blue, placed his face in between the two,
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And sighed: Here’s to Life!

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*Horn Part A*


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*Horn Part B*

Am                        E
Three went down (but only two of them come up again)
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The minimal is criminal but less is a sin
Am                           E
Though three went down (only two of them come up again)
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I’m not gonna play if there ain’t no way I’ll win

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Hey there Salinger, what did you do?
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Just when the world was looking at you
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To write anything that meant anything,
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You told us you were through
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And it’s been years since you passed away,
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But I see no plaque, and I see no grave
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And I can’t help believing you wanted it that way


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And Vincent Van Gogh, why do you weep?
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You were on your way to heaven but the road was steep
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And who was there to break your fall?
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We’re guilty, one and all
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And I don’t know much, but I do know this:
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With a golden heart comes a rebel fist
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And every single soldier wasn’t fired;

Some have quit

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*Horn Part B*

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*Horn Part A*

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And it makes me sick when I think of it: All my heroes could not live with this
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And I hope you rest in peace because with us you never did
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And K.D.C., you were much too young and you changed my life but I draw the line
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At suicide, so here’s to life

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*Outro*