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Twelve Thirty
BbmI used to D#7live in New York G#City. G#sus BbmEverything D#7there was dark and G#dirty.G#sus BbmOutside my D#mwindow was a G#steeple, Bbmwith a clock that Aalways said twelve-G#thirtyG#sus. G#
Chorus:
C#Young girls are coming to the G#canyon, F#And in the Bbmmornings I can see them G#walkinG#susg. G# C#I can no longer keep my blindsG# drawn, F#And I can't kF#meep myself from tC#alking.
At first, so strange, to feel so friendly. To say good morning and really mean it. To feel these changes happening in me, But not to notice till I feel it. Chorus Cloudy waters cast no reflection. Images of beauty lie there stagnant. Vibrations bounce in no direction, and lie there shattered into fragments. Chorus by: José Duarte jtduarte1@gmail.com