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The main progression is: C, G(bar), Am, F, Dm, G, Dm, F, G The last two chords don't hold out for the full four-count. There are two instances where this progression gets cut in half. The first is when the song starts to climax and the last is at the end. When this happens, play: C, G, Am, F, G Once again you play the last two chords quicker than the others. The part where it gets quiet again (but the news today always fades...) you are going to have to listen closely to b/c it changes a lot. I believe that I have it figured out pretty well, just work in some hammer-ons and whatnot. It sounds like they are playing with a capo on though, so maybe this whole thing should be transcribed with it on the fith fret...
The heart wants to Cfeel. The heart wants to Ghold. The heart takes past AmSubway, past Stop and Shop,past Beal's, and calls it "comiFng home." The heart wants a traDmil away from "G;alone," so the heart turns a sDmale into a weFll-worn milGestone towards hard-won soft furniture, fought-for fast food, defended end table that holds paperbacks and back U.S. News. The mind turns an itch into a bruise, and the hands start to twitch when they're feeling ill-used.
And you're almost back now, you can see by the signs; from the bank you tell the temperature and then the time, and the billboard reads some headlines. The head wants to turn, to avert both its eyes, but the mind wants to learn of some truth that might be inside reported crimes. So they found a lieutenant who killed a village of kids. After finishing off the wives, he wiped off his knife and that's what he did. And they're not claiming that there's any excusing it; that was thirty years back, and they just get paid for the facts the way they got them in.
Now he's rising and Cnot denying. His hands are shaking, but Ghe's not crying. And he's saying 'How Amdid I climb out of a life so boring iFnto that moment? Please sGtop ignoring the hCeart inside, oh you readers at Ghome! While you gasp at my Ambloody crimes,
please take the time
to make your heart my Fhome: where I'm forgDmiven by time, where I'm cushioned by Ghope, where I'm numbed by Dmlong drives, where I'm talked off or Fdoped.G Does the heart wants to Catone? Oh, I believe that it's so, because if I could climb back through time, I'd restore their lives and then give back my own: tens of times now its size on a far distant road in a far distant time where every night I'm still crying, entirely alone.' AmBut the news today alwaysG fades away as you driAmve by, until at dFinnertime when you lCook into her eGyes, lit by eFvening sun - that, as uGsual, comes C C-B Am from above that straight, unbroken line, the horizGon - its riAmsing G C C-B Am is a given, just like your livingG.
Your heart's warm and kind. Your mind is your own. Our blood-spattered criminal is inscrutable; don't worry, he won't rise up behind your eyes and take wild control. He's not of this time, he fell out of a hole.