"City Rain, City Streets"
Ryan Adams
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D6 = (xx0202)
[Intro]
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[Verse]
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Oh, the city rain
It floods the city streets
And in my city bed
[Chorus]
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Out of my fuckin' head
Is it snowing in space?
God I wish I could talk to you
Is it snowing in space?
[Verse]
And all the city snow
Freezes the Chelsea in ??
It stones the Chelsea girls
It stones the Chelsea boys
[Chorus]
Is it snowing in space?
God I wish I could talk to you
Is it snowing in space?
[Part 2]
How does your body feel today?
I forgot to ask
Genius in a hospital bed
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With briar-patch hair, just isn't fair
F#m Bm Amaj7 A6 Amaj7(2)
Takin' bullets for a team of bad poets, how is it up there?
Takin' bullets for the team,
[Part 3]
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I really miss you
I really miss you
I really miss you
I fucked you over a million times
I fucked you over a million times
I fucked you over a million times
And you died, you died, you really died
Died, died, you really died
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[Ending]
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I am going to push them way
Fall into the leaves of the winter trees
Drowning, slowly, lonely, my city of rain