Intro:
Gm Dm/C
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Gm Gmadd11 / x2
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Dm Gm
I'm gonna walk these streets of cold concrete
Dm Gm
Like I'm a ghost searching for its grave
Dm Am Dm Gm
Then I'll dwell by the edge of this man made lake
F C D# D# Dm Gm
And descend into the city that holds no place for me
Dm Gm
But the streets with no stir of life
Dm Gm
And all the houses on the streets, are wholly submerged
Dm Am Dm Gm
Then I'll gather the leaves from the cell phone trees
F C D# D# Dm Gm
And return them to their place and pretend someone's calling for me
Dm Gm
Someone's calling for me
Dm Gm
Someone's calling for me
Dm Gm
Dm