The Shining Hour

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Am (x02210@1)       C (x32010@1)                      Bm (x24432@1)name="chord_xx0231@1">Dm
Whose ghost sings for pay
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Am (x02210@1) C (x32010@1)               Bm (x24432@1)name="chord_xx0231@1">Dm
For room and for board
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Am (x02210@1)      C (x32010@1)            Bm (x24432@1)DmOnce (xx0231@1)owned by John Booth
Am (x02210@1)        C (x32010@1)                 Bm (x24432@1)                 Dm (xx0231@1)               =20
      AmAnd (x02210@1)he misplaced his script when he caught his leather boot

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This could be the shining hour
G (320003@1)     		   F (133211@1)  Dm (xx0231@1)name="chord_x02210@1">Am
Based on all this mad belief
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G (320003@1)                      F (133211@1)  Dm=09
In the new age magazine=20


There=92s a hole in the wall
Behind the photograph of Al Capone
He=92s sittin=92 down at city hall
The police they peek through here
And they watch you get dressed in the two-way mirror
But it=92s all in good spirits
And if you close eyes you can=92t help, help but to hear =91em move

This could be the shining hour
Based on all this mad belief
In the money oil and angel powder
In the new age magazine

I propose a toast
To the memory of the horse who carried King Tut and his gold
Into the sun
He collapsed last summer from a heat stroke somewhere in the east=20
village, oh=20
And it kills me to think
That I=92m no longer living
Just looking for excuses to dink
So lift up your glass
And your Ouija board =91cause I=92m fading, fading, fading fast