Текст песни с аккордами
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Dm
If even David's hollowed out then god
Am F
There must be a kind of magic to the way they break you down
Gm Am Bb
Tired and overrun on the weekend you caught the sun
Dm Am Dm
There must be a kind of magic to the way they break you
Dm
And listening to the pigeons as you lay
Am F
Tallying the sleeping hours left until the waking day
Gm Am Bb
Groveling to forget some second to last regret
Dm Am Dm
Passing by the golden clock upon the golden balcony
C F Bb
Has it all been a long con
C F Bb
Capital as a real god
C F Bb
Bear it all as an old dog
C F Bb
Capital as a real god
Dm
Brighton in the wind strikes you and then
Am F
Carrying the best belongings up and down the station steps
Gm Am Bb
To meet on summer's green, oh I know the flats you mean
Dm Am Dm
There must be a kind of magic to the way we stay true
C F Bb
Has it all been a long con
C F Bb
Capital as a real god
C F Bb
Bear it all as an old dog
C F Bb
Capital as a real god
Dm Bb F
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