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In Progress Intro Eb F# Fm x 2
EbAnd they cry And they cF#all As the waFmyward walk alEbone
City lEbmights Urban sprF#awl In a place noFm one should kEbnow
Shown no gBrace Shown no lEbmove These mean sBtreets are meant for nBbone
Take them bEbmack to the start Let the pBburest of hBeart Know their wF#orth is still sFmpoken
B Bb
As they fEbmight to exist We negBblect and reBsist Let this cF#ircle be brFmoken
B Bb Eb F# Fm
EbBroken homes Broken liF#ves They reFmpeat themselves in tEbime
It's passed Ebon Down the F#line Till we hFmeal the wounds inEbside
It's not too lBate To make things rEbmight Dress the wouBnds with loves pure lBbight
Take them bEbmack to the start Let the pBburest of hBeart Know their wF#orth is still sFmpoken
B Bb
As they fEbmight to exist We negBblect and reBsist Let this cF#ircle be brFmoken
B Bb Eb Bb Eb Bb B F# Gm Ebm B Bb F# Bb Ebm
TBbhey're still waBiting TF#hey still Fmcry They still wEbant to know they'll be all rEbmight
BbAll I'm saBying F#Can we tFmry? EbTo bring the wayward ones back home toF#nightBb B EbBring the wayward one back home toF#night Bb B F# Ebm
Take them bEbmack to the start Let the pBburest of hBeart Know their wF#orth is still sFmpoken
As they fEbmight to exist We negBblect and reBsist Let this cF#ircle be brFmoken
EbEndF# onFm Eb