Marcy Playground - Shadow Of Seattle, аккорды

The Shadows Of Seattle
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Rain,
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    Like tin angels falling down
  
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    Like a mission and we're halfway there
          
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    From some old dried up fried forgotten town

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Why
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    Won't they let us be ourselves
  
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    With our potential we could toe the line
         
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    And show the bastards up with our divine
    
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    Light!      Light!    Light!   Light!

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Seize
  
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    All the records from the past
  
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    Hold for ransom all the artifacts
         
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    This ragged town protects them to the last
         
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    With lies!     lies!     lies!    lies!

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See them running heading homeward to Seattle

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Deem
   
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    All the liars in your tribe
   
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    To be the fires on the western side
            
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     Of some old front we call the war of art
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Rain,
   
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    Like tin angels falling down
   
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    Like a mission and we're halfway there
         
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    From some old dried up fried forgotten town
         
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    From some old dried up fried forgotten town
       
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    To some old dried up fried forgotten
   
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