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5.15 a.m.
Capo: 1
Chords:
G7M [3x0002]
Intro: D
5.15 a.m.
G
snow laying all around
a collier cycles home
D A
from his night shift underground
past the silent pub
Em
primary school, workingmens club
on the road from the pithead
G
the churchyard packed
D
with mining dead
then beneath the bridge
he comes to a giant car
G
a shroud of snow upon the roof
D A
a mark ten jaguar
he thought the man was fast asleep
Em
silent, still and deep
both dead and cold
G
shot through
D G7M
with bullet holes
the one armed bandit man
D
came north to fill his boots
came up from cockneyland
G7M
e-type jags and flashy suits
put your money in
pull the levers
D
watch them spin
cash cows in all the pubs
A
but he preferred the new nightclubs
nineteen sixty-seven
Bm
bandit men in birdcage heaven
la dolce vita, sixty-nine
G D A
all new to people of the tyne
D
who knows who did what
somebody made a call
G
they said his hands
were in the pot
D A
that he’d been skimming hauls
he picks up the swag
Em
they gaily gave away
drives his giant jag
G D G7M
off to his big pay day
the bandit man
D
came north to fill his boots
came up from cockneyland
G7M
e-type jags and flashy suits
the bandit man
D
came up the great north road
up to geordieland
to mine
A
the mother lode
A
D
seams blew up or cracked
G
black diamonds came hard won
generations toiled and hacked
D A
for a pittance and black lung
crushed by tub or stone
together
Em
and alone
how the young and old
G D A
paid the price of coal
eighteen sixty-seven
Bm
my angel’s gone to heaven
G
he’ll be happy there
D A
sunlight and sweet clean air
D
they gather round the glass
Bm
tough hewers and crutters
child trappers and putters
Em A Em
the little foals and half-marrows
who pushed
A Em
and pulled the barrows
the hod boys
G D
and the rolleywaymen
5.15 a.m.
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boom, like that
Capo:3
Chords:
Asus2 [x02200]
G6 [320000]
Intro:
Em | G6 | Asus2 | C |
Em | G6 | C :|
Em
i’m going to san bernardino
G6 Asus2 C
ring-а-ding-ding
Em
milkshake mixers
G6 C
that’s my thing, now
Em
these guys bought
G6 Asus2 C
a heap of my stuff
Em
and i gotta see a good thing
G6 C
sure enough, now
Em
or my name’s not kroc
G6 Asus2 C
that’s kroc with a ‘k’
Em
like ‘crocodile’
G6 C
but not spelled that way, yeah
Em
it’s dog eat dog
G6 Asus2 C
rat eat rat
Em
kroc-style
boom, like that
the folks line up
all down the street
and i’m seeing this girl
devour her meat, now
and then i get it, wham
as clear as day
my pulse begins to hammer
and i hear a voice say:
Em
these boys have
got this down
C
oughtta be a one of these
D Em
in every town
these boys have
got the touch
C
it’s clean as a whistle
D Em
and it don’t cost much
wham, bam
you don’t wait long
C
shake, fries
D Em
patty, you’re gone
and how about that
friendly name?
C
heck, every little thing
D
oughtta stay the same
Em
or my name’s not kroc
that’s kroc with a ‘k’
like ‘crocodile’
but not spelled that way, now
it’s dog eat dog
rat eat rat
kroc-style
boom, like that
you gentlemen
ought to expand
you’re going to need
a helping hand, now
so, gentlemen
well, what about me?
we’ll make a little
business history, now
or my name’s not kroc
call me ray
like ‘crocodile’
but not spelled that way, now
it’s dog eat dog
rat eat rat
kroc-style
boom, like that
well we build it up
and i buy ‘em out
but, man they made me
grind it out, now
they open up a new place
flipping meat
so i do, too
right across the street
i got the name
i need the town
they sell up in the end
and it all shuts down
sometimes you gotta
be an s.o.b.
you wanna make a dream
reality
competition?
send ‘em south
if they’re gonna drown
put a hose in their mouth
do not pass ‘go’
go straight to hell
i smell that
meat hook smell
or my name’s not kroc
that’s kroc with a ‘k’
like ‘crocodile’
but not spelled that way, now
it’s dog eat dog
rat eat rat
kroc-style
boom, like that
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sucker row
Capo: 5
Chords:
A5 [x022xx]
F5 [1x32xx]
G5 [3x00xx]
D5 [xx023x]
Intro:
A5
somebody’s gotta crack
a whip around here
A5/G A5/F# F5
who’s minding the store?
shake it up sell some beer
what’s your
G5
money maker for?
A5
pay day
we’re packin’ ‘em in
A5/G
six-gun annie
A5/F#
and buffalo jill
D5 A5
but who’s to say
G/G F5 C/G
they’ll be back again
F5
for a refill?
C/G F5
honey, you know the drill
C/G | F5 | C/G | F5 | A5
ain’t no left turn
down sleepy time street
you gotta be fast
but you gotta stay loose
thinking
on your feet
slick as grass
through a goose
we gotta
rationalise
the payroll
is giving me chills
you and me’s
getting organised
it’s kill or be killed
honey, you know the drill
G5
well they can all look down
C/G G5
on sucker row
C/G
but they all forget
G5
the tallest trees
C/G
from acorns grow
F5 G5
though they ain’t yet
i never look down
C/G G5
on a sucker stake
C/G
they all pay the bills
G5
i never gave a sucker
C/G F5
an even break
G5
and i never will
A5
a beautiful vision
keeps coming to me
i see
a miracle mile
flying in
for free
service
with a smile
high rollers
fancy hotels
big time singers
topping the bill
you gotta have a feel
for the stuff that sells
call it a skill
honey, you know the drill
somebody’s gotta crack
a whip around here
who’s
minding the store?
shake it up
sell some beer
money walking
through the door
annie’s arriving
at a dangerous age
don’t you
go getting ill
get another woman
up in the cage
who ain’t over the hill
honey, you know the drill
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the trawlerman’s song
Capo: 3
Chords:
G7addF [323001]
Intro: Am
we’re taking on water
D
diesel and stores
G
laying up awhile
C
before i’m back on board
Am
they’re patching her up
D G
to go fishing again
Am
they’re welding her rudder
D
scrubbing her keel
G
scars on her belly
C
need time to heal
Am
in the dock
B7
with the trawlermen
i know all the people
there’s nobody new
soon we’ll be leaving
with the same old crew
on the green water
the tumbling sea
they ain’t running
like the good old days
time’s just slipping
down the old slipways
in the dock
so dear to me
Am
D G
dark is the night
Em
i need a guiding light
G
to keep me
Em
from foundering
D Am
on the rocks
D G
my only prayer
Em
is just to see you there
G
at the end
D
of my wandering
G G7addF
back in the dock
C | Am | D | Bm | F
Em | B7 | F | Em
i could use a layoff
getting my strength back
but there’s a loan to pay off
and a few skipjack
so it’s a turnaround
back in the southerly wind
pirates coming in
to steal our gold
you can count yourself lucky
with a profit in the hold
in the dock
when we come in
dark is the night
i need a guiding light
to keep me
from foundering
on the rocks
my only prayer
is just to see you there
at the end
of my wandering
back in the dock
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back to tupelo
Capo: 2
Chords:
C7M [x32000]
Am
around the time of ‘clambake’
movie number twenty-five
you and the lying dutchman
are still in overdrive
you’re as strong as when you started
mississippi in your soul
you can still be marlon brando
G Am
and the king of rock and roll
it isn’t just the records
no, you must have hollywood
the songs alone are not enough
that much is understood
you’ll soon be back in memphis
maybe then you’ll know what to do
the storylines they’re giving you
G Am Am/G
are just not ringing true
F Dm/F G C
oh, it’s a ways to go
F Dm/F G C7
back to tupelo
F Dm/F G C
oh, it’s a ways to go
F Dm/F G
back to tupelo
Dm | G | C7M | F
Dm | G | C7M | F
Dm | G
Am
when you’re young and beautiful
your dreams are all ideals
later on it’s not the same
lord, everything is real
sixteen hundred miles of highway
roll back to the truth
and a song to give your mother
in your first recording booth
around the time of ‘clambake’
that old dream’s still rolling on
sometimes there’ll be the feeling
things are going wrong
the morning star is fading
lord, the mississippi’s cold
you can still be marlon brando
and the king of rock and roll
but it’s a ways to go
back to tupelo
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our shangri-la
Capo: No
Chords:
Esus2 [022200]
Intro:
E | Esus2 | E | F#m | A | E
it’s the end of a perfect day
F#m
for surfer boys and girls
A
the sun’s dropping down in the bay
E B
and falling off the world
E
there’s a diamond in the sky
F#m
our evening star
A E B
in our shangri-la
get that fire burning strong
right here and right now
it’s here and then it’s gone
there’s no secret, anyhow
we may never love again
to the music of guitars
in our shangri-la
A G#m
tonight your beauty burns
F# F#m
into my memory
A
the wheel of heaven turns
above us endlessly
E
this is all the heaven we’ve got
F#m
right here where we are
A E B
in our shangri-la
E | F#m | A | E | B
this is all the heaven we’ve got
right here where we are
in our shangri-la
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everybody pays
Capo: No
Chords:
E7M [021100]
Asus2 [x02200]
Intro:
E E7M | C#m C#m7 | A |
E B | A | E | B | E A
E E7M
i got shot off my horse
A Asus2
so what? i’m up again
A
and playing
in one of these
E E7M
big saloons on main
A
you can come up here
B
take a look
E E7M
around these sinners’ dens
A
you’re only ever going to find
B B
one or two real games
F#m
F#m/E
nobody’s driving
B F#m
me underground
F#m/E B A B
not yet anyway
E E7M
but either on the strip
A Asus2
or on the edge of town
A Asus2
everybody pays
E
everybody pays to play
E E7M | C#m C#m7 | A |
E B | E
E7M
yeah, you ought to stay
right where you are
A Asus2
in sawdust land
A
it’s probably the
E E7M
safest place to be
with your
A B
greasy little pork pies
E E7M A
and your shoestring hands
it makes
B F#m
no difference to me
F#m/E
all those directions
B F#m
which we never took
F#m/E B A B
to go our different ways
E
who went and wrote
E7M A Asus2
the oldest story in the book?
A Asus2
everybody pays
E
everybody pays to play
E E7M | C#m C#m7 | A |
E B |
Bm | C# | F#m | B
Em | A | D | F#
Bm | C# | F#m | B
Em | D | C | B
E
curl up inside
E7M A
a boxcar dream
Asus2 A
and disappear
with a couple
E E7M
low roller friends
A
you were never one
B
for trouble
E E7M
so get out of here
A
i knew the game
B F#m
was dangerous back then
F#m/E
but nobody’s breezing
B F#m
through these swinging doors
F#m/E B A B
just ups and walks away
E E7M
everybody has to leave
A Asus2
some blood here on the floor
A Asus2
everybody pays
E E7M C#m C#m7
everybody pays to play
A Asus2
everybody pays
E
everybody pays to play
E E7M | C#m C#m7 | A |
E B | A | E | B | E A
E E7M | C#m C#m7 | A |
E B | A | E | B | E A
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song for sonny liston
Capo: 4
Chords:
A5 [x022xx]
A7 [x05655]
Am6 [x04555]
A5
so many mouths
to feed on the farm
sonny was the second
to the last one born
his mamma ran away
and his daddy beat him bad
and he grew up wild
good love he never had
he had a left
like henry’s hammer
a right like betty bamalam
rode with the muggers
in the dark and dread
and all them sluggers
went down like lead
well he hung with the hoods
he wouldn’t stroke the fans
but he had dynamite
in both his hands
boom bam
like the slammer door
the bell and the can
and the bodies on the floor
beware the bear’s in town
somebody’s money says
the bear’s going down
yeah, the bear never smiles
A5/G
sonny’s going down
A5/F#
for miles and miles
A5/F
sonny’s going down
A5
for miles and miles
the writers didn’t like him
the fight game jocks
with his lowlife backers
and his hands like rocks
they didn’t want to have
a bogey man
they didn’t like him
and he didn’t like them
D5
black cadillac
alligator boots
A5
money in the pockets
of his sharkskin suits
A7
some say the bear
Am6
took a flop
A7
they couldn’t believe it
when they saw him drop
A5
he had a left
like henry’s hammer
a right like betty bamalam
rode with the muggers
in the dark and dread
and all them sluggers
went down like lead
joe louis was his hero
he tried to be the same
but a criminal child
wears a ball and chain
so the civil rights people
didn’t want him on the throne
and the hacks and the cops
wouldn’t leave him alone
beware the bear’s in town
somebody’s money says
the bear’s going down
yeah, the bear never smiles
sonny’s going down
for miles and miles
sonny’s going down
for miles and miles
at the foot of his bed
with his feet on the floor
there was dope in his veins
and a pistol on the drawer
there was no investigation
as such
he hated needles
but he knew too much
criss-crossed
on his back
scars from his daddy
like slavery tracks
the second-last child
was the second-last king
never again was it the same
in the ring
he had a left
like henry’s hammer
a right like betty bamalam
rode with the muggers
in the dark and dread
and all them sluggers
went down like lead
they never could be sure
about the day he was born
a motherless child
set to working on the farm
and they never could be sure
about the day he died
the bear was the king
they cast aside
beware the bear’s in town
somebody’s money says
the bear’s going down
yeah, the bear never smiles
sonny’s going down
for miles and miles
sonny’s going down
for miles and miles
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whoop de doo
Capo: No
Chords:
D9 [x5455x]
E9 [x7677x]
E G#7
if i’m over the moon
C#m
it’s because i’m over you
D9 G#7
a day at a time
C#m E9
and i’m tickety-boo
A(V) G#7
i don’t carry on
C#m A7(V)
the way i used to
E/B B
whoop de doo
E
whoop de doo
E G#7
if i’m doing great
C#m
it’s because when i get home
D9 G#7
i don’t go straight
C#m E9
to my answerphone
A(V) G#7
and the tears don’t come
C#m A7(V)
the way they used to
E/B B
whoop de doo
E
whoop de doo
D7(V)
so many little things
E C
are so much better now
Am B
they were only the little things
anyhow
E G#7
if i’m over the moon
C#m
it’s because that’s what i am
D9 G#7
funny that once
C#m E9
i used to give a damn
A(V) G#7
and i’d do anything
C#m A7(V)
in the whole wide world for you
E/B B
whoop de doo
C#m F#7
whoop de doo
E G#7
anything
C#m D7/C
anything you’d want me to
E/B B
whoop de doo
E
whoop de doo
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postcards from paraguay
Capo: 6
Chords:
Dsus2 [xx0230]
Em6 [34200x]
Intro:
Em G | B7/F# Em | Em G | B7/F#
Em G | B7/F# Em | Em G | B7/F# Em | B7/F# Em
G
G/F# Em Em/D C
one thing was leading to the next
G D Dsus2 D G
i bit off more than i could chew
G/F# Em Em/D Em6
i had the power to sign the cheques
D
it wasn’t difficult to do
Dsus2/C Bm Em C
i couldn’t stay and face the music
G D
so many reasons why
Dsus2/C B Em C
i won’t be sending postcards
G
from paraguay
D B7/F#
from paraguay
Em G B7/F# Em
from paraguay
Em G | B7/F# Em | Em G | B7/F# Em | B7/F# Em
i robbed a bank full of dinero
a great big mountain of dough
so it was goodbye companero
and cheerio
i couldn’t stay and face the music
so many reasons why
i won’t be sending postcards
from paraguay
Em G | B7/F# Em | Em G | B7/F# Em | B7/F# Em
C | C G | G | G C | C | C G | B7 | B7 Em | B7 Em |
i never meant to be a cheater
but there was blood on the wall
i had to steal from peter
to pay what i owed to paul
i couldn’t stay and face the music
so many reasons why
i won’t be sending postcards
from paraguay
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all that matters
Capo: 1
Intro:
A | Em | A | A | A | Em | A | D
D
my darling girl
my darling girl
you’re all that matters
D7 G
in this wicked world
A7
all that matters
G A7
all that matters
D
my darling boy
my darling boy
D7
all of my sunshine
G
and all of my joy
A7
you’re all that matters
D
all that matters
D
well, i can’t stop the pain
G
when it calls
A7
i’m a man
F#
and i can’t stop the rain
Bm G
when it falls, my darling
A7 Em A7
who can?
my darling girl
my darling girl
you’re all that matters
in this wicked world
all that matters
all that matters
my darling friend
my darling friend
all we’ve got going
is love in the end
it’s all that matters
all that matters
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stand up guy
Capo: 2
Intro:
D/A A D/A | A E | A
brew the coffee in a bucket
A/C# D
double straight man and banjo
A
if you don’t got the snake oil
D E
buster, you don’t got a show
A E
who puts the doh-re-me
A
in our pockets
A/C# D
keeps the party going on?
it’s the man
A
who sells the potions
E A
i’m just one who plays the songs
E
now they generally buys
the bigger size
A
they usually rub it in
C# D A
i drank it once, it tasted
D E
like grease and paraffin
A E A
it’s mostly alcohol, okay
A/C# D
you can’t deny it’s strong
A
we was going through the motions
E A
‘til the doctor came along
C#m D
there stands the bottle
A D
ladies and gentlemen
A D
all these bottles
E
don’t have to tell you, friends
A E A
these days miracles
A/C# D
don’t come falling from the sky
A D
raise your glasses to the doctor
A E A
to a stand up guy
D/A A D/A | A E | A
when the monkeyshine is flying
and he’s promising the cure
he says the french
for your lovesick blues
la maladie d’amour
he gets the chumps all laughing
but he gets a few to buy
here’s to beefsteak
when you’re hungry
and whiskey when you’re dry
now the band’ll blow their moolah
like sailors gone ashore
now we’re going to west helena
to gamble, drink and whore
let’s you and me
all make whoopee
here’s mud in your eye
here’s to all the gals you ever want
and heaven when you die
there stands the bottle
ladies and gentlemen
all these bottles
don’t have to tell you, friends
these days miracles
don’t come falling from the sky
raise your glasses to the doctor
to a stand up guy
there’s a big cheese with a cigar
been sizing up the show
he wants to get the doctor
pitching on the radio
i will make a switch to guitar
but the rules all still apply
they want to trust somebody
yeah, they want a stand up guy
there stands the bottle
here’s to absent friends
all these bottles
dead soldiers in the end
these days miracles
don’t come falling from the sky
raise your glasses to the doctor
to a stand up guy
to the doctor
a stand up guy
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donegan’s gone
Tuning: DADF#AD
(Open D tuning)
Licks:
Main Lick:
D
e|0------------/4--------|0------------/4--------|
B|-----0--------------0--|-----0--------------0--|
G|-----0-----------------|-----0-----------------|
D|-----0-----------0-----|-----0-----------0-----|
A|-----------------------|-----------------------|
E|0---------0------------|0---------0------------|
Chord Bm: Chord Dsus4:
e|---------0--------|-----------------0----------|
B|---------2--------|-----------------0----------|
G|---------0--------|-----------------1----------|
D|---------0--------|-----------------2----------|
A|---------2--------|-----------------0----------|
E|------------------|----------------------------|
Chord D/A: Chord D/F#: Chord D/G:
e|---------0--------|------0--|-----------0------|
B|---------0--------|------0--|-----------0------|
G|---------0--------|------0--|-----------0------|
D|---------0--------|------0--|-----------0------|
A|---------0--------|------0--|-----------0------|
E|------------------|------4--|-----------5------|
D Dsus4
Donegan's gone, Lonnie Donegan
D Main Lick
Donegan's gone
D
Gone, Lonnie Donegan
Main Lick
Donegan's gone
D D/F# D/G
Play that big grand coulee dam
D/A
Nobody loves like an irishman
Bm Dsus4
Gone, Lonnie Donegan
D
Donegan's gone
Main Lick
D Dsus4
Donegan's gone, Lonnie Donegan
D Main Lick
Donegan's gone
D
Gone, Lonnie Donegan
Main Lick
Donegan's gone
D D/F# D/G
Lord, I'm just a rolling stone
D/A
Rock my soul I wanna go home
Bm Dsus4
Gone, Lonnie Donegan
D
Donegan's gone
Solo (I think it's not a problem to play that solo, and i didn't tab it)
D Dsus4
Donegan's gone, Lonnie Donegan
D Main Lick
Donegan's gone
Gone, Lonnie Donegan
Donegan's gone
D D/F# D/G
Stackalee and a gamblin' man
D/A
Rock my soul in the bosom of abraham
Bm Dsus4
Gone, Lonnie Donegan
D
Donegan's gone
Main Lick
D Dsus4
Donegan's gone, Lonnie Donegan
D Main Lick
Donegan's gone
Gone, Lonnie Donegan
Donegan's gone
D D/F# D/G
Time just goes on rolling by
D/A
Lord, I feel like I could cry
Bm Dsus4
Gone, Lonnie Donegan
D
Donegan's gone
Main Lick
End:
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don’t crash the ambulance
Capo: 2
Intro:
Am F | E E/B | Am F | E E/B
Am F | E E/B | Am F | E E/B
Am
E
don’t often open up this floor
since i handed in my gun
Am
what all these keys are for
Am/G F
now my tour of duty’s done
F/E
you got to know the switches
Dm Dm/C Dm/B
now you got your turn
E
watch and learn, junior
Am
watch and learn
Am F | E E/B | Am F | E E/B
Am
now you will get your
E
trouble spots
here’s one from
down voodoo way
bragged he had me
Am
by the you-know-whats
Am/G F
very funny, you don’t say
F/E Dm
the big enchilada
Dm/C Dm/B
stealing elections
E
had to go down there
F
trash collection
got his cojones
E Am
on my desk in there
Am/G F
made into a souvenir
E
set of cufflinks, nice pair
Am
the rest of him’s
Am/G F
someplace up here
F/E
sometimes you got to
Dm
put a shoulder to the door
C E
not so fast, junior
listen to your pa
F F/E
here, son
Dm
i’m handing over to you
C G E
don’t crash the ambulance
Am
whatever you do
Am F | E E/B | Am F | E E/B
Am
what we have here’s
E
a dung hole place
thought it was fly shit
on the map
Am
fat bastard, ugly face
Am/G F
and the personal crap
F/E
you can’t move the barriers
Dm Dm/C Dm/B
you can’t mess with oil and gas
had to go down there
E
stick a couple
aircraft carriers
in his ass
F
fancy dress
E
medals chest
Am
it’s all in here
Am/G F
for all the gigs
gas mask
E Am
bullet-proof vest
Am/G F
all the usual rigs
F/E Dm
there’ll be things they missed
Dm/C Dm/B
they didn’t mention
you’ve even
E
got a whistle in there
Am
for attracting attention
Am F | E E/B | Am F | E E/B
Am
well, i think you’re gonna
E
be okay, son
you’ve had the tour, i guess
these two buttons
by the way
Am
this one i hope
Am/G F
you never press
F/E
some holy fool, just watch
Dm Dm/C Dm/B
who’s not like you or me
that one’s the whole
shooting match
E
right there
it’s the whole shitaree
Am
we don’t forget
E
who put us here, jack
that’s page one
we talk soft
Am
but carry a big stick
Am/G F
and pack the biggest gun
F/E Dm
we don’t like accidents
major or minor
C
you don’t want yourself
E
an incident
don’t ever invade china
F F/E
here, son
Dm
i’m handing over to you
C G E
don’t crash the ambulance
F F/E
here, son
Dm
i’m handing over to you
C G E
don’t crash the ambulance
Am
whatever you do
Am F | E E/B | Am F | E E/B
Am F | E E/B | Am F | E E/B
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