City Livin' People

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Step out of your shoes, come on walk with me
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we'll set ourselves apart to be so free
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step out in the night, the lights are shining down
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we wanna fight the fight, while only walkin' around
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Lead you by the hand, you follow in my feet
         F       |   F             |     Gm  |  guitarline |
But I understand it's still the same old street

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City livin' folks working overtime
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City livin' people ain't got no time
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take a look around at the best you see
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yeah you gotta be

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straight outta your mind, you tell me how you feel
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that people know it all, collective mental deal
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and when you open your eyes, you say the picture's clear
                    F       |   F            |     Gm  |  tacet |
straight to the corner store where you can get your beer
                    Bb     |     Bb      |   Eb  | Eb  |
we have our private nights in our sublime cocoon (cozy cocoon)
                        F       |   F          |  Gm  |  guitarline |
but all the rest of the time it's just a ten foot room
guitar break: Gm F Gm | Gm F | Gm F Gm | Gm F | 

Gm           | Gm F | Gm   |  Gm  F |
I'll be your cowboy, taming my horse
Gm           | Gm F | Gm            |  Gm  F |
Talkin' with pilgrims about using some force
Gm                   | Gm F   | Gm                 |  Gm  F |
and what to do with the problem, maybe stop them with fear
Gm                        | Gm F | Gm            |  G       |
or freak them out with some magic, make 'em all disappear

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City livin' folks working overtime
Am              |          Am       |
City livin' people ain't got no time
Dm              |          Dm       |
take a look around at the best you see
F               |    tacet  |
yeah you gotta be
                    Gm   |
straight outta your mind