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G G^F#

G G^F# G G^F# This is London, the place where you're a god or a disgrace

G G^F# G G^F# The whole wide world at your feet to see the look upon your face

And you ^Cwatch the BB^GC and you think, "Well, ^Cwhat if that was ^Gme?" Such a p^Cromising ^Glife to ^Cwaste. ^C

G G^F# G G^F# You told me, "Just be brave. Remember all the gifts you gave.

G G^F# And how you felt like you were saved,

G G^F# Like you were singing from beyond the grave."

And you ^Csaid you'd wait for^G me until the day ^CI could sing on ^Gkey "There's just ^Csomething ^Gabout your ^Cface."

Then you'd ^Ccall, I could ^Gfeel your body ^Dfall down next to ^Cme, And I ^Gwanted us to ^Dbe fast ^Casleep^G, closer than ^Canything to ^Gme,

Like ^Cwe were ^Ghome ^Cagain... ^C

G G^F# G G^F# There was just no way to know what was real and what was show

G G^F# G G^F# A future unfolding before my eyes, and a past that I could not let go

And how the ^Cfeeling is so ^Gdeep when you're running ^Cdown the London ^Gstreets

Like there's ^Cnowhere ^Gleft to ^Cgo. ^C

G G^F# G G^F# Among the faceless dizzy whores, the unimaginable bores,

G G^F# G G^F# Evenings stumbling from the pub, mornings shivering on the floor

Then the ^Ccareless way you ^Gsay, "Yeah, we were just ^Cglad we got to ^Gplay." When you're ^Cempty ^Gto the ^Ccore.

Then you'd ^Ccall, I could ^Gfeel your ^Dbody fall down next to ^Cme, And I ^Gwanted us to ^Dbe fast ^Casleep,^G closer than a^Cnything to ^Gme,

Like ^Cwe were ^Ghome ^Cagain. ^C I'm so tired of the rain. ^G

G G^F# G G^F# This is London, the place where you get lost without a trace

G G^F# G G^F# Among the beautiful remains of this shattered human race

All the ^Cwords that go ^Gunsaid, all the ^Csacrifices of the^G dead, "We'll fall q^Cuietly into the ^Gpast or we'll just ^Cburn the streets ^Ginstead"

In the ^Cclamoring of the ^Gcrowd, you think, ^C"I'll just stay quiet, instea^Gd."

All the ^Cfallen d^Gizzy angels c^Drawling through the ^Cstreet, The p^Gleas of people w^Deary on their f^Ceet,

^G And you're half a ^Cworld away from^G me, As the ^Cclouds ^Gdrown the ^Clight.

I wonder where you are ^Gtonight.

The Airborne Toxic Event - This is london