| Bm | Em | A7 | | I | dreamed I | met a Gali | lean |
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| F#7 | F#7#5 | G | Em | | He | had that | look you | very rarely find | |
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| F#7 | Bm | | The | haunting, hunted | kind |
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| Bm | Em | A7 | | I | asked him to | say what had | happened |
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| F#7 | F#7#5 | G | Em | | I | asked a | gain, he | never said a word | |
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| F#7 | Bm | | As | if he hadn’t | heard |
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| | | B | B7 | | | | And next the | room was full |
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| | | Em | A | | | Of | wild and angry | men |
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| | | A7 | | | The seemed to | hate this man |
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| | | D | | | They | fell on him and then |
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| | | F#7 | | | | They disappeared again |
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| Bm | Em | A7 | | Then I saw | thousands of mill | ions |
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| Bm | C# | | Crying for this man | |
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| F#7 | G | Em | | And | then I heard them | mentioning my name | |
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| F#7 | Bm | | And | leaving me the | blame |
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