Intro
D G Am G
We've got old news, wrapped up in old blues
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We can't afford the call, hell, we don't know where we are
F# Am G
C'mon, we're dead on our feet but we're walking
D G Am G
We've been stripped down, hog-tied and found out
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And thrown into the choir, like sticks into a fire
F# Am G
C'mon, I'm sleeping in the street, casuse its so easy to dream
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But so hard to say goodnight
D G Am G F# F E
We've been toiling in transistor soil and digging up a voice
F# F E
from a fallow field of noise
F# Am G
F# dog from the past started barking
D G Am G
We've been stripped down, hog-tied and found out
F# F E F# F E
And thrown into the choir, like sticks into a fire
F# Am G
C'mon, I'm sleeping in the street, casuse its so easy to dream
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But so hard to say goodnight