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am, F, C, G
am, F, C, G
Am
Three PM
F
Blue as a roadsign
C
With a bag and some cheap wine
G
The suns in my eyes
Am
Between
F
The smoke trails of aircraft
C
The kite tails and light shafts
G
There's a language in the sky
Am
There are bones
F
Living [Hiding] under the viaduct
C
Sleeping [Sweeping] down by the railway line
G
Making wagers with the day
Am
There's a rumour
F
Dirty as a chimney stack
C
Quit as roadkill
G
On the northbound carriageway
F
And who's gonna raise a hand
G
When all we were taught to do was dance
F
Who'll be able to stand After this avalanche
am, F, C, G
am, F, C, G
Am
Well they sold you
F
Back your outrage
C
In a neat little shrink-wrap
G
And a beautiful face
Am
And you think
F
That you've found your purpose
C
While they've been trailing the breadcrumbs
G
Of a watertight case
Am
So you're shouting
F
But you're shouting softly
C
So no-one can hear you
G
And get the wrong idea
Am
But behind
F
The closing eye of the tabloids
C
We will be waiting
G
And we'll say it clear
F
Cos who's gonna raise a hand
G
When all we were taught to do was dance
F
Who'll be able to stand after this avalanche
am, F, C, G
am, F, C, G
Am
Three PM
F
Blue as a roadsign
C
With a bag and some cheap wine
G
The suns in my eyes
Am
Between
F
The smoke trails of aircraft
C
The kite tails and light shafts
G
There's a language in the sky
am, F, C, G
There's a language in the sky
am, F, C, G
There's a language in the sky
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