Intro:
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Verses 1 + 2:
A1 A2
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Across the city there's a golden chill
A rare holding still
As if somebody's gonna sing
A dip in tempo for the castanet shoes
No blues and twos
As if somebody's gonna sing
And in the moment hanging on to you
We're a bundle of clothes and shoes
Whatever we could find
You are the reason for this missing beat
On the streets that I love
And in me
Chorus:
D
Now I'm here at your side
E D
We try to rhyme our stride
A1
And head for supplies
Verses 3 + 4:
A1 A2
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Way down inside me was a pilot light
That good friends tended and fed with tiny kindnesses
And there was comfort in a stranger's bed from time to time
It has to be said it just reminded us
The brief ignition of a hopeful flame but there and then gone
It wasn't the same and then a rostrum struck
The way you read me like you wrote this book
And chapters along it's still in your eyes
Chorus:
D
Now I'm here at your side
E
As though
D
The street
E D
That meets our feet might know
E D
We try to rhyme our stride
A1
And head for supplies
Verse 5:
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Across the city there's a golden chill
A rare holding still
As if somebody's gonna sing
A dip in tempo for the castanet shoes
No blues and twos
Chorus:
D
As if somebody's gonna sing
E
We glide
D
We spin
E D
You end and I begin
E D
I made this mess for you
E D
To sift through for all time
E D
You're glowing from within
E D
Beneath this autumn sky
E D
We find our rhyming stride
A1 A2*
And head for supplies