Standard guitar tuning:EADGBECapo on 2 fret
AmAmgather 'round, you wounded people Dmshadows fall upon the steeple, Amsoon shall come the cGlosing of, the cFadd9losing oFf the gGates Amfor there is a word of plague among us Fcurse the one whose poison stung us, Call along the aAmlleyways the sGatyrs wait their faFte G Ambut who's to blame when all are guilty Dmmorals stained & conscience filthy Amabreast your idol Greplicas yourFadd9 replicFas of lGust, Amin the sky I hear the threshing Fdare to watch your lord undressing Cwhile you beg forgAmiveness, you fGeed on his disguFst G but iCf perhaps the sGalt might stain your sFkin C G and Amif perhaps the smGoke might weep your Feyes C G Clisten while the tGhrenodies begiCn G Amknow no one in hGere gets out aFlive. G Ambut let your frailty not deceive you Dma little pinprick, rest relieves you, Amand dream of all the dGays that are, the yFadd9ears that Fare to Gcome - for Amyou will dance & you'll be nimble Fpirouettes upon a thimble and CI will be bAmeside you lest I lGose you once aFgain. G but iCf perhaps my sGorrows all are sFhow C G and IAm should find a crGack among the gaFtes, C G Cguilt shall follow Gme where'er I Cgo G Amthough I try I kGnow I can't eFscape G
C G C G C G F FAmand when you're gone the earth will crumble DmI will try but I will stumble Amand all through these cGity streets my Fadd9robes shall dFrag the gGround Amhear the children swing with sorrow, Fyesterday was once tomorrow Cno more I'll be tAmroubled by the tGroubles of this Fworld G but Cif I lose my sGtep along the Fway C G and Amif the speech of vGictim fills my tFhroat G Cout beyond past the cliffs that shape the dAmay it's there Ill wander, there Ill G6stray it's there Ill look for you when aFll my trials are Gdone CI feign sleep to save my brAmeath, this love is loss, this life is tG6heft, and all that's left is some vain nFeed to carry oGn and tChough I fear the tightening of the skAmies against the dawn I'll watch you rG6ise oh lord, the company I keFep within my hGead Cthe scent of flesh might tease the nAmose it claims the calm, it clings the cGlothes could that be you, my love? your dFust upon the wGind?
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