The Stanfields - Streets of gold

Hey ^Gyou with the world on your shoulders Do you find it hard to ^Cdeal With growing expec^Gtations And a ^Gvision that ^G/F#isn’t ^Emreal? Are you ^Gtired of looking in the mirror To only see a ^Cghost For a day in the sun the ^Gperson you’ve ^Embecome Is the ^Gperson you ^Dhate the ^Cmost

You ^Cwalk the streets of ^Ggold But the ^Dliving bleeds you ^Emdry It ^Ccasts you in a ^Ghole Where ^Ddreams go to ^Cdie Where ^B7dreams go to ^Gdie

Hey ^Gyou with the stars in your eyes Do you find it hard to ^Csleep When your plans aren’t coming to^Ggether ‘Cause of ^Gpromises ^G/F#you can’t ^Emkeep The ^Gpromise of another revolution The pride before the ^Cfall You stuck up for the masses; you ^Gstood up for your ^Emfriends But ^Gnow you ^Dhate them ^Call

You ^Cwalk the streets of ^Ggold But the ^Dliving bleeds you ^Emdry It ^Ccasts you in a ^Ghole Where ^Ddreams go to ^Cdie Where ^B7dreams go to ^Gdie

^Em“Don’t let your ^G/F#doubts pull your ^Gstrings” ^C“Nothing lasts for^Gever” said the victim in de^Dnial ^Em“Sure as the ^G/F#thought of failure ^Gstings” ^C“Nothing lasts for^Gever when you’re dead upon arr^Dival”