The Decemberists - Grace cathedral hill

^GGrace Cathedral hill all ^Emwrapped in bones of a setting sun, all ^Cdust and stone and moribund. I paid ^Dtwenty-five cents to light a ^D7little white candle ^Gfor a New Year's Day. I ^Emsat and watched it burn away then ^Cturned and weaved through the slow decay. We were ^Dboth a little hungry so we ^D7went to get a hotdog. ^GDown the Hyde St. Pier, the ^Emlight was slight and disappeared. The ^Cair, it stunk of fish and beer We heard a ^Dsuperman trumpet play the ^D7National Anthem.

^CAnd the world may be^G long, f^Emor, y^Cou, but he'll never be^Glong, t^Emo, y^Cou. But on a motorbike^Cm, when all the city lights ^Dblind your eyes to^D7night, are you feeling ^Cbetter now? .....^D.. Are you feeling ^Gbeeeettttter..nooo^Emoww. Are you feeling ^Cbetter now? ^Cm

^GSome way to greet the year: your^Em eyes all bright and, brimmed with tears. The ^Cpilgrims, pills and tourists here all sing ^D"Fifty three bucks ^D7to buy a brand new halo." ^GI'm sweet on a green-eyed girl, all ^Emfiery Irish clip and curl, all ^Cbrine and piss and vinegar. I paid ^Dtwenty-five vents to light a ^D7little white candle.

^CAnd the world may be^G long, f^Emor, y^Cou, but he'll never be^Glong, t^Emo, y^Cou. But on a motorbike^Cm, when all the city lights ^Dblind your eyes to^D7night, are you feeling ^Cbetter now? .....^D.. Are you feeling ^Gbeeeettttter..nooo^Emoww. Are you feeling ^Cbetter now? ^Cm

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