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- | Intro: E (plus a bass line which i'll transcribe in a bit) | ||
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- | At a club nobody goes to, with a musty velvet rope | ||
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- | Guys in motorhead jackets who knew him way back when | ||
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- | Haven' | ||
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- | To remember how it was when they all thought they'd move away | ||
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- | And ride in Lotus Sevens through the London streets one day | ||
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- | Even the best of us come back someday | ||
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- | To the unmarked rooms where the dry dust breathes | ||
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- | Letter-number combinations with no meaning on its face | ||
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- | They won't make these anymore, it's a wooden coach-and-four | ||
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- | No one will even steal it if you leave it by the door | ||
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- | No sign to mark its going, no tombstone for its grave | ||
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- | There will be good-byes by dozens, so practice being brave | ||
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- | No one anticipates the rush | ||
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- | The breezy feeling of the face (missing, 2:00) | ||
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- | At the ends of things, where the salvage bleeds | ||
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- | E+ E | ||
- | And don't throw him (missing, 2:24) | ||
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- | He just comes in on a train | ||
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- | One suitcase in his hand, and an old army backpack | ||
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- | From the second world war, from a Leipzig secondhand store | ||
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- | E, E+, E | ||
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- | The keys (missing, 2:49), everything' | ||
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- | No big changes in the roadways since you left that I'm aware of | ||
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- | A few old buildings gone to dust, and some new ones in the way | ||
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- | See the children bound for London, you'll all be back too | ||
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- | Everybody tests the membrane but no one pushes through | ||
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- | Like a basket by the Nile, hiding down among the reeds | ||
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- | Outro: alternate E/E+, end on E | ||
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