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    A1                             A2*
   
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B|-----------------7--5----0--2--|-----------------7--5------5----0--2--|
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D|-------------------------------|------------------------0-------------|
A|-------------------------------|--------------------------------------|
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Verses 1 + 2:
     
    A1                             A2

e|--7--7--5--7--9----------------|--7—-7--5--7--9---------------|
B|-----------------7--5----0--2--|-----------------7--5------5--|
G|-------------------------------|------------------------------|   (X 2)
D|-------------------------------|------------------------0-----|   
A|-------------------------------|------------------------------|
E|-------------------------------|------------------------------|
              
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

e|--7--7--5--7--9----------------|--7—-7--5--7--9---------------|
B|-----------------7--5----0--2--|-----------------7--5------5--|
G|-------------------------------|------------------------------|    (X 2)
D|-------------------------------|------------------------0-----|
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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:

    A1                             A2

e|--7--7--5--7--9----------------|--7—-7--5--7--9---------------|
B|-----------------7--5----0--2--|-----------------7--5------5--|
G|-------------------------------|------------------------------|
D|-------------------------------|------------------------0-----|
A|-------------------------------|------------------------------|
E|-------------------------------|------------------------------|

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

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