Tom: F

[Intro]

Gm D7 F C
Gm D7 F C

[Verso 1]

Bm
       We touched the walls of the city streets and
 F                                                            C
       Dead ends plain, sadly showed us our ways
                        F
Of never asking why

Bm
       Cast down it was heaven sent and 
Bb                                                              Dm
       To the church, no intent to repent on my knees
           C
Just to cry


[Refrão 1]

Gm               D7                F                             C
       Until you travel to that place you can't come back
Gm                        D7                     F                    C
       Where the last paint is gone and all that's left is black


[Verso 2]

Bm
       Grey nights he's coming to me and
F                                                                       C
       Some day they'll punish my deeds and they'll find 
           F
All the crimes

Bm
       But then they ask when they gonna see them
Bb                                                  Dm
       Then they gonna ask to feel the ghosts, the walls, the dreams
                   C
And I've got mine


[Refrão 2]

Gm                     D7                       F                         C
       At last those coming came and they never looked back
Gm                     D7                             F                       C
       With blinding stars in their eyes but all they saw was black


[Verso 3]

Bm
       Fooled them hoping to seem 
           F
Like a slave of evil but the product of greed 
            C
And it's not a mass so be honest with me
               F
We can't afford to ignore that I'm the disease

Bm
       Practical since we had to be and
Bb                                                                               Dm
       When they were old they came back to me and they tried
            C
Oh they tried


[Refrão 3]

Gm                       D7                        F                     C
       And when you follow through and wind up on your back
Gm                               D7                                     F
       Looking up at those stars in the sky those white clouds have turned 
    C
to black

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