Tom: D minor
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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The impossible story
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Dm
Words will never get close to
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The colour of your mourning
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You know that I am so sincere
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Em
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But what is that helping?
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E
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I won't be the author of a story
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Make the fuckers talk
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Standing in the flame of fire
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Say it like it is
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Shout it like you're in the fire
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Em
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Verse 2
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As angry and as urgent as a teen
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I try to set the scene,
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natural human instinct is to intervene
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The same that cut the ones
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are cutting down the very thing that the people need
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Cos everything is already
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And already been deemed to be
And it seems we're
first
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In a post modern post truth
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C
you can quote me and
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I'm a lay it like an IED and
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trigger it re motely
banked with boasting
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Privilege does not necessarily
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So keep a pin close to burst
the bubble
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Of some earnest motherfucker that
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has gone to the trouble
Of being a grave digger digging
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the dead to life
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There's nothing to suggest
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that salvation will arrive
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G
And to remind me of it is so contrived
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Dm
I don't need a broken record
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to bring me down off my high
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I just need these green eyes
Dm
As much as I wish that I
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had the answer why
Verse 3
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F
Standing in the flame
Am
G
Dm
of fire
C
Am
G
Say it like it is
Dm
C
Shout it like you're in the fire
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E
Em
Dm
E
Am
Dm
F
Am
The impossible story
G
Dm
Words will never get close to
G
Am
The colour of your morning
G
You know that I am so sincere
Dm
Em
Am
But what is that helping
F
E
Dm
I can't be the author of a story
Am
This is not the body that has
Verse 4
G
grown out of a squalor
Dm
F
This is not the optimism born
from living horror
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The guilt could make a brother
G
wanna lose a white collar
it today he'll
The dirt under the fingernails
Dm
That the bones had replaced
Em
in a rubbish tip grave
F
The sweat they wiped off when
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they put their knives away
Is the same sweat we get when
E
Em
we dance the night away
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And if I could turn the sun around
C
Cos you best believe it can be found
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G
where humanity dwell
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An d I could write a book about
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a book that wouldn't sell
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Be the author of a story that
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Am
was never mine to tell but
Where would that lead us? Preach
Dm
To believers we're needing
you resent the grievance
C
Dm
But if I don't at least try it's like
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The story must be told some
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But it won't be delivered
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Nor will it be heard over the
Dm
Saying fuck it all fuck it all fuck
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Am
it all for all 12 months
Verse 5
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The impossible story
Am
G
Words will never get
C
Am
The colour of your morning
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You know that I am so sincere
Dm
Em
Am
But what is that helping
F
E
Em
Dm
I can't be the author of a story
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Am
That is not mine to tell
Outro 1
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