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GLate late at night Bm24-hour store CGhosts fly up the aisles Across the Gshining floor D AmOpening and closing CAutomatic doors
GHands waving mirrors BmAngels fly through lights CBut the sleepless and lost Push their Gsqueaking carts D AmDown the rows of clothes And seeC nothing at Gall
GNo, no-one hears the singing Bmbones And no-one Emsees the crying Cghosts And everyone Gthinks I'm Dalone GAll alone
But under Gconcrete and steel BmLinoleum floors There is a Cfire that will Gnever die D AmA golden wheel Cinside the Gworld
GA golden wheel in Bmplastic and bows CIn particles of light that fall Gfrom the sun D AmA river of candles Ctumbling in the darGk
GNo, no-one hears the singing Bmbones And no-one Emsees the crying Cghosts And everyone Gthinks I'm Dalone GAll alone