We can’t all be Pharaohs
By Bart Thrupp
Capo 4th Fret (C G Am F)
Verse 1
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Always and forever, things are just things
The most beautiful guitar, your car, your kitchen sink
So build your empire, just watch the way you think
Do they own you, or do you own your things?
Interlude
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But houses burn down all the time
Verse II
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I’ve had this guitar for most of my life
If I ever broke it, it would kill me inside
Imagine, coming to the end of your time
And watching your own little empire burn down overnight
Interlude
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But houses burn down all the time
Chorus
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We’re not wrong, that’s not for me to say
But everything you own will be gone someday
Gone back to ashes, do you feel small?
Eventually you won’t even know we were here at all
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Verse 3
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At some point you have to just pole vault for the first time
Run as fast as you can, take the wind at your back and, if the timing’s right
Imagine, coming to the end of your time
And watching your own little empire burn down over night
Interlude
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But houses burn down all the time
Chorus
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We’re not wrong, that’s not for me to say
But everything you own will be gone someday
Gone back to ashes, do you feel small?
Eventually you won’t even know we were here at all
We’re not wrong, that’s not for me to say
But everything you own will be gone someday
Gone back to ashes, do you feel small?
Eventually you won’t even know we were here at all
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But what makes us human, we create and we try,
And our houses do burn down all the time
So we build them again, make them better this time
And carry on stronger, knowing this life is mine
To build up your empire, whatever you decide
We just can’t all be Pharaohs in this life
l E l B l C#m l A :ll
We’re not wrong, that’s not for me to say
But everything you own will be gone someday
Gone back to ashes, do you feel small?
Eventually you won’t even know we were here at all
l E l B l C#m l A :ll
We’re not wrong, that’s not for me to say
But everything you own will be gone someday
Gone back to ashes, do you feel small?
Eventually you won’t even know we were here at all
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But houses burn down all the time
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