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{chord: Fadd9 X X 3 2 1 3 0} |
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| Bb | Am | | All the t | owers of ivory are c | rumbling |
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| Bb | Am | | And the s | wallows have sharpened their b | eaks |
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| F | Bb2 | | This is the t | ime of our great und | oing |
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| F | Bb2 | | This is the t | ime that I’ll come r | unning |
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The light in our window is fading |
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The candle gutters on the ledge |
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Well now sorrow, it comes a-stealing |
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And I’ll cry, girl, but I’ll come a-running |
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Gone are the days of rainbows |
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Gone are the nights of swinging from the stars |
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For the sea will swallow up the mountains |
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And the sky will throw thunder-bolts and sparks |
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Heaven has denied us it’s kingdom |
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The saints are drunk and howling at the moon |
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The chariots of angels are colliding |
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Well, I’ll run, babe, but I’ll come a-running |
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