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Tom: D
Intro:  D - E - G - D       D - E - G - D
 
   D                E            G                D
1.   She dreams of the country, her eyes go far away,
D          E               - G              D
    she wishes for flowers, he says,     "Perhaps in May."
      D              E             G              D
    The city always was gray, the reflections of his eyes,
D              E                    G                        D
    and she knows he liked it that way, and that way he shall die, well.
 
D             G      - D                              G
    She's always known,       that there was something more.
D                                    G
    There's this hunger in her belly like an instinct,
         D                       G
     it tells her that there's something more.
A                                   G
    This living shouldn't be called living,
                       D
    'cause it's really only half a life.
   A                                       G
   She's a flower that grows despite cement holes -  
    - - -   D - A - G          A        D     - A - G          
    and she will survive,          she will survive.
 
   D              E              - G               D
2.   She's a rare breed with violet eyes     and leafy limbs,
D             E                   G                          D
    in conversations she looks for cracks to dig her roots deep in.
           D               E                 G                    D
    And her ways come up like daisies, she pushes her head to the sun.
D                           E                                   
    She says "I am content here to grow,
             G                             D
     despite the steel frost that consumes everyone."
 
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   D                             E               
3.    In the end these steel cages will consume us,
         G                               D
    and like coffins ignorance will take us in and
D               E                          G                     D
    fashion don't mean anything , 'cause fashion cannot be our friends.
D         E                             G                         D
    And when all else fades away, and the city falls into its sleep,
D                  E                                         G
    we'll still have flesh, blood, bones and our soul to deal with,
                     D
    so we should dig our roots deep.
 
D      G      - D                                G
     Always known,       that there was something more.
D                                   G
    There's this hunger in her belly like an instinct,
         D                        G
     it tells her that there's something more.
A                             G
    This living shouldn't be called living,
              D
    'cause it's really only half a life.
      A                                       G
   She's a flower that grows despite cement holes -  
    - - - -  D - A - G          A        D - A - G          
    and we will survive,           we will survive.
         A        D - A - G - D                   
  And we will survive,