The Taxpayers - The windows break

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^DPiles and piles of ^Asus4old magazines ^Em7Windows locked up and ^Ghidden from the street. ^DIn a crawlspace, for^Asus4gotten money. People t^Em7ensing and waiting to come^G back home. You can ^Dfeel the ^Asus4tension in the h^Em7ouse the m^Goment you walk through the^D door. ^Asus4 Sudden ma^Em7dness allow me i^Gn again.

When the ^Dfirst train ^Asus4flies past the ^Em7house, miles away ^G6 the screaming ^Dstarts and it feels like a ^Asus4minefield, the n^Em7eighbors silently hi^Gding in the shadows. There's a ^Dperson locked in, be^Asus4hind that door - Don't let^Em7 anybody catch you ^Gturning the handle. It's a ^Dlong, long n^Asus4ight. It's going to be an ^Em7awful and lonely ni^Gght.

Well...you can ^Dblot out the years and ^D/Dbabandon the jungle ^E7Cover up the tapes and re^Gfuse to look back, but your ^Down right ^Asus4hand is not gonna ^Em7save your^G soul. You have been ^Dfollowed! Ah, the mec^D/Dbhanics. All the r^E7eactions that seem to a^Gttach themselves. It's been a ^Dvery very very long ^Asus4year and it's gonna be an ^Em7even longer ^Gnight.

And then a screen door ^Dslams; the windows ^Asus4break. A woman just ^Em7jumps and scrapes at the ^Ghood of a car. When the ^Dcar backs up into a ^Asus4streetlight, all of the n^Em7eighbors call the c^Gops. She falls o^Dff and the car spee^Asus4ds away Headed for the ^Em7border of a far away ^Gstate. It's gonna ^Dmean an hour of freedom with the ^Asus4radio and quarter-filled gas ^Em7tank. And a quarter filled g^Gas tank With the high beams ^Don And the windows down^Asus4... ^A