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| Em | | Well I’m standing by the river |
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| Am | but the | water doesn’t flow |
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| C | B | it | boils with every poison | |
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And I’m underneath the streetlight |
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| Am | and the | life and joy I know |
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| Em | we’re down in the | shadow |
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| G | And the per | verted fear of violence |
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| D | chokes a | smile on every face |
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| C | and | common sense is ringing |
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| Em | Am | | This ain’t no technological | breakdown |
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| C | B | Em | 0h | no this is the | road to | hell |
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| G | And all the | roads jam up with credit |
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| D | and there’s | nothing you can do |
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| C | It’s | all just bits of paper |
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| B | B7 | | flying away from you | |
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| Em | Oh | look out world take a good look |
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| C | B | You must | learn this lesson | fast |
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| Am | This ain’t no awkwardly mobile | freeway |
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| C | B | 0h | no this is the | road |
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| C | B | | said this is the | road |
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| C | B | Em | | this is the | road to | hell |
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