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Note: The solo isn't perfect, but it should be pretty close. If you have any
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IAn tA2his coEuntry C#mat any giBven timEe
There are tAwo million empA2ty houseEs
And C#mone of them once wBas miEne
There were Atwelve million spiriA2ts driftEing
In C#mtwelve million emBpty roEoms
Waving their ghostly aArms at the stars
A2And howling sad songs by the lC#might of a crescBent moEon
Yeah they cBlaw at the air and they sC#mcream
But they don't make a soAund
Should've exerBcised the demons and their secC#mrets
While they were 'roAund
EDon't you think it's funny how quiBckly things can turn aroAund
EAll our lives are drifting like ghBosts inside and empty hoAuse
BEverything is falling to piC#meces and its just as wAell
BBecause every little piece of heaven brC#mings a little piece of heAll
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So you might fAind yourself drifting
ALike a ghosts inside emApty house after emApty house
LookingA for someone but laBtely finding not a soul to Etell
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