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Tom: D
                              D                                  G
                              And so she woke up, woke up from where she was lying still, said I
                              D                                G
                              got to do something about where we're going.
                              D                       G
                              Step on a steam train, step out of the driving rain, maybe
                              D                             G              A
                              run from the darkness in the night, singing  ah,
                                       C      G     A
                              ah la la la de day
                                       C      G         D          Dsus4  D     G
                              ah la la la de day, ah la la de day
                               
                              D                              G
                              Sweet the sin, but bitter the taste in my mouth.
                              D                               G
                              I see seven towers, but I only see, one way out.
                                          D
                              You got to cry without weeping, talk without speaking,
                                G                                                     D 
                              scream without raising your voice, you know I took the poison,
                                                               G                           A
                              from the poison stream, then I floated, out of here, singing
                                       C      G   A
                              ah la la la de day
                                       C      G         D          Dsus4  D
                              ah la la la de day, ah la la de day
                               
                               G     D     G
                              oooh, oooh, oooh
                               
                              D
                              She runs through the street with her eyes painted red
                              G
                              under black belly of cloud in the rain
                              D
                              in through the doorway she brings me
                              G                                                   D
                              white gold and pearls, stolen from the sea, she is raging
                                                      G
                              she is raging, and the storm blows up in her eyes, she will
                              A              C      G
                                suffer the needle chill
                              A                    C  G   D     Dsus4  D
                                she's running to stand  still.
                               
                              G     D     G     D
                              Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh