The Burning City Smoking chords and lyrics - KEVIN DEVINE

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[Intro 1]
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[Verse 1]
[G]Forty million refugees with no [C]place
on this [D]earth to call there [G]home
One for every aimless graduate with [C]nothing
else to show [D]for it but [G]loans[Am]
[G]And [C]those of us who [G]make our mark
use [D]someone else's [G]blood
Our [C]western stain won't [G]wash away,
it won't [D]vanish in [G]the flood
It seeps [Am]deeper through each [G]hurricane
and [C]tidal [D]wave and [Em]war
Oh [D]woah oh [G]oh
We want [Bm]everything we [Em]see and once
it's [D]gone we just want more
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[Verse 2]
Atlas had those shoulders,
we've got [C]Ambien and [D]Jameson's [G]and blow
To bind us in a bubble and keep the news
[C]print nightmare dis[D]tant and re[G]mote[Am]
[G]But [C]when we wake [G]in gulitines and
[D]pitch our screaming [G]fits
When [C]the govenor strikes [G]up the
band and [D]gags our parted [G]lips
When the wor[Am]st case shows up d[G]ressed and dazzling,
[C]ready [D]for the [Em]ball
Oh woah [G]oh oh
But that [Bm]bubbles bound to [Em]burst and
what a tra[C]gic [D]way to fall
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[Verse 3]
The tabloids tell us hate
The rat [C]who strikes those subways
[D]closed and put's you [G]out
Forget those fifty hour tunnel weeks
Inhal[C]ing steel dust [D]poison
through his [G]mouth
Well if [C]he don't deserve a pen[G]sion
it makes his [D]family feel se[G]cure
If we're [C]now [G]so dissconected it's
our [D]reflections we ig[G]nore
And if [Am]our constant choice is skim
[G]ming past the [C]writing [D]on the [Em]wall
Oh [D]woah [G]oh oh
Then I'm [Bm]sad to say we're [Em]lost
and [C]I'm em[Em]bar [C]rassed f[D]or us all
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[Verse 4]
So most days I can't put to rest the [C]burn
ing city [D]smoking in my [G]mind
And I play and pretend the principles are [C]noth
in' more than [D]actors runnin' [G]lines
And [C]I stumble through [G]a movie
set [D]where tourtered victims [G]laugh
And [C]embedded journal[G]ists who juggle
[D]knives and daggered [G]glass
While they en[Am]tertain a [G]mob of
heads of [C]state [D]and [Em]CEO's
Oh [D]woah [G]oh oh
I stagger [Bm]pas t anarchist [Em]extras
through [C]saloon doors [D]painted gold

[Interlude 1]
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[Verse 5]
[G]So I[C][D][G]
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[C][G][D][G][Am][G][C][D][Em]
[G][Bm][Em]
[C]tur[D]n a[G]nd I see Uncle Sam outside a wa[C]rdroube[D] ready for a shoot[G]
So I walk right up and talk to him,
[C]I tell him that I'm [D]scared and I'm con[G]fused
[Em]And [C]while they test the came[G]ras
out and [D]get the lighting [G]right
While the ca[C]tering fills cof[G]fee cups
and [D]carves up apple [G]pie
And [Am]while the stylists [G]trim his beard
[C]and straighten [D]those [Em]clothes
Oh woah [G]oh oh
[Bm]I ask his [Em]empires what made
him [C]drive us [D]straight to [G]hell
And as my day[Bm]dream ends, he [Em]stands ashamed,
a [C]shocked and [D]shattered [G]shell
But there's [Am]nev er any ans[G]wer for
my [C]starving [D]tongue to [Em]tell
[D]Woah [G]oh oh oh
'Cause the [Bm]director shouted ac[Em]tion,
and from off[C]set its [D]just as [G]well

[Outro 1]
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