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| F# | B | F# | | Roadsinger came to town; | long cape and | hat. |
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| F# | C# | F# | C# | F# | B | F# | | People stood and | stared, then | closed their | doors, as he | passed. | | |
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| F# | B | F# | | He strolled the empty street; | kids banged on tin | cans. |
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| F# | C# | F# | C# | F# | B | F# | | Then the panting | dogs be | gan to | bark, as the roadsinger | sang. | | |
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| | | Ebm | C# | Ab | B | F# | | | | Where do you go, | where do you | go, | when hearts are | closed? |
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| | | B | Ebm | C# | C#7 | | | | When a friend be- | comes a stranger, | nobody wants to know. | |
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| | | Ebm | C# | Ab | B | F# | | | | Where do you go, | where do you | go, | when the world turns | dark, |
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| | | B | Ebm | C# | B | F# | B | F# | | | | And the light of | truth is blown out, | and the | roads are | blocked? | | |
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| F# | B | F# | | He stopped by a stall, | between the barrels and | sacks, |
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| F# | C# | F# | C# | F# | B | F# | | A child’s face peeped | out and | gave a | smile, and ran | back. | | |
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| F# | B | F# | | Behind a misty glass, | on a window- | pane, |
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| F# | C# | F# | C# | F# | B | F# | | A little finger | drew a | perfect | heart, and a | name. | | |
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| | | Ebm | C# | Ab | B | F# | | | | Where do you go, | where do you | go, | in a world filled with | fright, |
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| | | B | Ebm | C# | C#7 | | | | Only a | song to warm you, | through the night? | |
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| | | Ebm | C# | Ab | B | F# | | | | Where do you go, | where do you | go, | after lies are | told, |
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| | | B | Ebm | C# | B | F# | B | F# | | | | And the light of | truth is blown out, | and the | night is | cold? | | |
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| F# | B | F# | | Roadsinger rode on, | to another | land, |
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| F# | C# | F# | C# | F# | B | F# | | Though the people | spoke a | different tongue; | it under- | stand. | | |
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| F# | B | F# | | They showed him how to share, | and took him by the | hand, |
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| F# | C# | F# | C# | F# | B | F# | | Showed him the | path to | Heaven, | through the desert | sand. | | |
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| | | Ebm | C# | Ab | B | F# | | | | Where do you go, | where do you | go, | to find happi- | ness, |
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| | | B | Ebm | C# | C#7 | | | | In a world | filled with hatred, | tears? | |
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| | | Ebm | C# | Ab | B | F# | | | | Where do you go, | where do you | go, | if no one | cares, |
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| | | B | Ebm | C# | B | F# | B | F# | | | | And every- | body’s lost, | | Looking for | theirs. | | |
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