[Verse 1: Left at London]
Ab
Marion, born December 5th,
a Sagittarius
Ab
Mother & father, two little sisters,
all were immigrants
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America was waiting for you
Eb
America was waiting for you
Ab
Marion’s family saw his
humor as absurdity
Ab
Nevertheless, he joined
the local university
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And studied for a third of his life
Eb
He studied for a third of his life
And passed the bar
Fm7 Eb Ab
He was a lawyer, working for free
Db Eb
And was fervid in speech
Fm7 Eb Ab
All of the workers that he’d protect
Db Eb
Say he practiced what he preached
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[Verse 2: Left at London]
Ab
Hated the mayor, so he petitionеd
to recall the guy
Ab
For he attеmpted selling
off Seattle City Light
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Two hundred thousand names on the form
Eb
Two hundred thousand names on the form
Ab
He, with the people on his side,
became a congressman
Ab
Winning a district often taken
by Republicans
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To Washington from Washington State
Eb
To Washington from Washington State
At thirty-two
Fm7 Eb Ab
When re-elected everyone loved him
Db Eb
Except for his peers
Fm7 Eb Ab
A coalition set on his downfall
Db Eb
Would form in his last years
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[Bridge: Left at London]
Ab Ab Cm
He married a woman he knew
for a week 'cause he couldn’t wait
Ab Ab Cm Db
Took part in a riot while
Eb
still on his honeymoon
Ab Ab Cm
They took him away in
a jacket to the sanitarium
Ab Ab Cm Db
Declared as insane,
Eb
jumped the fence of the place,
& soon
Dbm
Returning home,
Ab
announced his re-election
Db Eb Eb
Then called the campaign off again
Ab
Almost as if becoming lesser like
Bbm7 Eb
yourself had been an art
Ab
Marion, less subdued & sober,
Bbm7 Eb
saw the world observe him fall apart
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[Verse 3: Left at London] Ab He wrote a note & left his window several stories high Ab Landed abruptly near the car his wife was waiting by Bbm7 They say she changed the day that he died Eb They say she changed the day that he died Ab And in the note, he said his only hope in life had been Ab That he’d improve upon the way the world was living in Bbm7 But people only knew him as strange Eb The people only knew him as strange And nothing more Fm7 Eb Ab Were you a genius, were you a fool Db Eb Or in need of a cure? Fm7 Eb Ab Was it in anger, was it in fear Db Eb Or had it been in fervor? [Outro: Left at London] Ab All of the quirks we used to have are now a symptom of Ab Acronyms we don’t get to know that we’re the victims of Bbm7 Then people say that we’ll never change Eb And so, of course, we don’t ever change But still, we try
