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Fig1. Ab | Bbm | Ab inv.1 | Db
Between the lines
Shuffling out of time
And I must acquiesce
A harmony so out of line
It doesn't have to be
You try to fill the space
Between the places
Along the blurry faces
It doesn't have to be
It could be different in different cases
Fig2. Bbm | Ab inv.1 | Db | Eb
Whatever walls there are
Are only there to be torn down
Bbm | Ab inv.1 | Db | Db
And whatever walls we'll find
We'll tear right down
And whatever walls we'll find
We'll tear right down
Fig1.
A perfect fifth
A minor third
We'll make it all
We'll show the world
All discordance
It must amount
To harmony
A unique sound
The cadence point
Will bring relief
From tension
In the harmonic briefest
Of times, in time
We'll show the world
Fig2.
Whatever walls there are
Are only there to be torn down
Whatever walls we'll find
We'll tear right down
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