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C F G You, you never looked so good C F G Sipping life down like I wish I could C F G But these sober tears are all that's left to shed F G Sandy's soul, now made of bread Face down beneath the rubble lies a man Tales of the future already in the past And of himself, well he hasn't much to say But wake the gods, it's droodlin' day C G F G He said, I left my home where the dead never rose C G F But the streets of gold I've yet to find C G F G And at the end of the day all you can do is pray C G F G Without hope well you might as well be blind, yeah be blind G C F G Tomorrow comes a day too soon G C F G Tomorrow comes a day too soon Angel, sweet angel of my youth Where have you gone? You flew away too soon This brick I built now builds a higher wall See it crumble, hear me fall There hangs the fool, who once had it all Chorus F G And though the road has yet to rise C F On these hundred years that passed me by F G And the blood with the river flows C F Through the crimson field never sung G And no never sung Chorus C F G Ahh well you, you never looked so good