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tune everything down a half step
Clead me through these cities of imaginary trends Amsomething's gonna be changing come the morning time my friend Fas fickle as these streets are they might not even wait around till Cthen G CI've got a lot to loose so come and take it from me quick Ameverything you loose if it makes you stronger it makes you sick Ftake these cities from me I'll build buildings up with my own Cbare hands G
Fthe uppers aren't necessary the Cguilt is the coal Gthat keeps the fire burning to dAmrive out the cold that Fcreeps in every corner crack and Cnever leaves you alone Gtill the lonely messengers come calling you back Fhome C G
the trees are stacked in rows on the side of the road stripped of any dignity a birthing may have had 100 thousand crucified on the Mojave I-5 line singers shepherds and salesmen all longing for someone to kill the joy of wondering and end all their desire to help them to remember that the road is nothing but a liar
Fthe uppers aren't necessary the Cguilt is the coal Gthat keeps the fire burning to dAmrive out the cold that Fcreeps in every corner crack and Cnever leaves you alone Gtill the lonely messengers come calling you Fback
Dmto the red door, cracked and crooked wAmalk way the Cfence impaling the sEtars Dmghostly keepers Amlead the way through rCailroads of abandoned Ecars F the Gtracks and city sEtreets cut through like FscGars E
Fthe uppers aren't necessary the Cguilt is the coal Gthat keeps the fire burning to dAmrive out the cold that Fcreeps in every corner crack and Cnever leaves you alone Gtill the lonely messengers come calling you back Fhome C G
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