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Intro: C B A C G A
CThe sun, the Btrees, a Adesert breeze CMakes up this place,G I have bAeen here once before C This is the cBalmA before the storm C The eye Gof theA hurricane D
Even though our eyes shine bright
CThere iBs nothingA inside But a Csense of longing Bfor a placAe with palm trees Or a nCew Ghand to hAold
CAll the mirrors aBre dAecievers CThey would tell you Ganything youA want to hear C But if I die youBngA like all the greats C Will youG rememberA my name D
Even though our eGyes shine bright C There Bis nAothing inside But a sCense of longingB Is it just in our nAature To want mCore Bthan what we can Arecieve F
I wish the road was my Chome F That I was a liar with sometChing believable toB lie about FThat I was a martyr C FI'd give you something to cry about
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DThis town is too sGmall to hCold Bus Aall We will siGnk like a ship
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DThis town is too sGmall to hCold uBs aAll We will sGink like a ship
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FWe will sink like a ship.
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