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FGEF
FGEAm
FGEF
FE
FG
DmThrough the rainA and all the clatter
FUnder the FrCemont briGdge I saw a pigeon fly
DmFly in fear frFom the raptor cCome to take its liAfe
DmAnd as it closed Ain for the capture
FI funnCelled the fGear through my ancient eyes
DmTo see in flightF, what I know are
The bCitter mechanics of liAfe
FUnder my hGat it reads "the lineEs are all imagFined"
FA fact of liGfe I know to hEide from my little gAmirls
FI know my plGace amongst the bEugs and all the anFimals
FAnd it's from these ordEinary people
You are longFing to be freGe
DmMy hotel anAd on the TV
FA preCacher on theG stage like a buzzard cries
DmOur a warning oFf phony sorrow. He's trCying to get a riAse.
DmThe cyanide Aof an almond
FLet him lCook at your haGnds, get the angles right
DmAce of spades, PoFrt of Morrow, lCife is death is lifAe.
FI saw a photGograph; ColEogne in ?27F
FAnd then a pGostcard after theE bombs inAm ?45
FMust have been a wGorld of evil cElowns that let it haFppen
FBut now I recEognise, dear listeners,
That you were tFhere and so was GI
Instrumental:
DmF
DmCA
DmFCA
(2x)
FUnder my hGat I know the liEnes are all imFagined
FA fact of liGfe I must imprEess on my little girAmls
FI know my plGace amongst the cEreatures in the paFgeant
FAnd there are floEwers in the garbage
And a skuFll under your cuGrls
Instrumental:
DmF
DmCA
DmFCA
(Repeat instrumental break until fade)
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