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+ | From " | ||
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+ | Dm x4 | ||
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+ | Dm A | ||
+ | Five years now since they dissolved our crew | ||
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+ | Since the fence went up that I can't cut through | ||
+ | Dm A | ||
+ | Grass grown high on the former site | ||
+ | Gm F#m | ||
+ | Of the carefully tended garden we visited late at night | ||
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+ | Dm F Bb G | ||
+ | See how the cracked moon climbs high | ||
+ | Dm A Dm | ||
+ | In the divided sky | ||
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+ | Dm A Dm Gm F#m G | ||
+ | Much blood shed in the phantom zone | ||
+ | Gm | ||
+ | I'm a civilian now, I can't go home | ||
+ | Dm A | ||
+ | Sweep my front steps at dark each night | ||
+ | Gm F#m G A | ||
+ | Tongue, swollen with prayer, stomach unbearably tight | ||
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+ | | ||
+ | See how the cracked moon climbs high | ||
+ | Dm A Dm | ||
+ | In the divided sky | ||
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+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | Bb | ||
+ | Though the frost bites hard, I maintain my guard | ||
+ | Bb | ||
+ | Good spies grow old, they never come in from the cold | ||
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+ | Dm A Dm | ||
+ | Full information black-out | ||
+ | Gm F#m G | ||
+ | From the field, for me, I know | ||
+ | | ||
+ | I will some day learn how to let you go | ||
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+ | Dm A Dm | ||
+ | Clench and unclench my fingers | ||
+ | | ||
+ | Get it right some day | ||
+ | Gm | ||
+ | Find the place where the memories go dark | ||
+ | A | ||
+ | And they stay that way | ||
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+ | See how the cracked moon climbs high | ||
+ | | ||
+ | In the divided sky | ||
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