>Am C G D
Am C G D
Wait, dear, a white horse is walking down my
street here. Your words are creeping at my feet.
I fear, that sunrise will come too soon and you?ll
disappear to the haze of this city and go south
Oh no?
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Am C
Whoa..
G D Am C
Seems like I?m always on my own
Seems like I?m never coming home
Seems like I'm always on my...
Am C G D
All the stars and boulevards ain?t close enough for you
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