E C#/A
A-A 4 times)
In the haze of the morning, China sits on eternity
E
C#/A
And the opium farmers sell dreams to obscure fraternities
B D C#
On the horizon the curtains are closing
E
C#/A
Down in the orchard, the aunties and uncles play their games
C# A C# A
(Like it seems they always have done)
E
C#/A
In the blue distance, the vertical offices bear their names
C# A C# A
(Like it seems they always have done)
B D C#
Clocks ticking slowly, dividing the day up.
E
These poor girls are such fun,
C#/A
They know what God gave them their fingers for
C# A C# A
(to make percussion over so-los) [typing percussion]
E
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China, my China, I've wandered around and you're still here
C# A C# A
(Which I guess you should be proud of)
E
Your walls have enclosed you,
Have kept you at home for thousands of years
C# A C# A
(But there's something I should tell you)
B D C#
All the young boys, they are dressing like sailors.
E
I remember a man who
C#/A
Jumped out from a window over the bay
C# A C# A
(There was hardly a raised eyebrow)
E
The coroner told me,
C#/A
This kind of thing happens every day.
B D C#
You see, from the Pagoda, the world is so tidy.
done by ketty inglet