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Standard (EADGBE)

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--VERSE 1

  flung wide

  the salutations

  the deep curse

  and the shutters close

  a spring house

  in the making

  on good earth

  of my many'd

--PRECHORUS

  souls in my soul

  and fears I don't know

  I hear there's a march we should go

--CHORUS

  lost on this road

  are there any real Sundays to find?

--VERSE 2

  unbound

  on the rising

  the pell mell

  of the miser kings

  as you saw

  what I'm seeing

  oh you'd thaw

  from the fires

--PRECHORUS

  there's pace in your gait

  and wake in your straights

  I ache from the center out

--CHORUS

  lost on this road are there any real Sundays to find?

  lost on this road are there any real souls?

--PRECHORUS

  don't hear what I hear

  don't see what I see

  don't leave what I must leave behind

--CHORUS

  lost on this road are there any real Sundays to find?

--BREAKDOWN

  this stop

  I am hunger

  the deep well

  of a stranger held

  and this heart a lonely hunter now

--CHORUS

  I'm lost on this road are there any real Sundays to find?

--ENDING

  I'm lost on this road

  are there any real souls?

  are there any real souls

  to find?

  are there any real souls

  to find?