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The stEreets are crackeC#md
And there's glass everyEwhere
And a baby stares Aout
With motherless Eeyes
Under long gone C#mbeauty
On fields of Ewar
Trapped in lAament
To the poet's Ecore
Oh C#mwhereE oh Awhere will I Ebe
Oh C#mwhere Eoh when that Atrumpets Esounds C#m E A E
EMet an Indian C#mboy in OEttawa
He laid me Adown on a bed of Estraw
Said don't waste your C#mbreath don't waste your Eheart
Don't blister your hAeels
Running in the Edark
Oh C#mwhereE oh Awhere will I Ebe
Oh C#mwhere Eoh when that Atrumpets Esounds
C#mYea like the Eheat
Of your Abody laying under Eme
May your F#mwild lip get you where your gAoing
With your iF#mnventions your intentions your lAaughter
Your forever yEearning
Oh C#mwhereE oh Awhere will I Ebe
Oh C#mwhere Eoh when that Atrumpets Esounds C#m E A E
I walked to the C#mriver
And I walked to the Erim
I walked thru the Ateeth of the reaper's gErin
I walked to C#myou rolled up in Ewire
To the other sAide of desEire
Oh C#mwhereE oh Awhere will I Ebe
Oh C#mwhere Eoh when that Atrumpets Esounds
Oh C#mwhereC#m B A oh C#mwhere C#m B Aoh F#mwhenA that trDumpet Esounds
Oh C#mwhereC#m B F#moh where oh Dwhen that trumpet soEunds
EWell the heart opens C#mwide like it's never seen Elove
And addiction Astays on tight like a Eglove
Oh C#mwhereE oh Awhere will I Ebe
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