Intro: E5 E5 E5 E5 (2x)

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We are late like a midnight train   that's running nowhere
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We are sticks we are stones we are    broken bones we are hot air
       B5        B5         B5        B5      E5     E5
We are under the guillotine trying to fix our hair 

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There's computers clicking binary genius into the night
          A5         A5         A5        A5        E5       E5 E5 E5
There are formulas, remedies, reasons, there is hindsight 
            B5         B5       B5         B5     E5    E5
There's the smell of artillery, There's the sky alight

          A5      A5     E5    E5
(2x)  Dadadaaaa  Oh yeah

       E5             E5          E5      E5            E5       E5 E5 E5
We are bedrock we're undergound we are sharp as the rain 
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We are gathering pace we are thunder wrapped in cellophane
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We are running from the storms of our youth into more of the same

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There's a motorway service station on a January day
          A5               A5                               E5       E5 E5 E5
There's a lunchtime radio show there's the shit that they play
            B5                        B5               E5   E5
There's the percussion of buttons and keys in a cybercafe 

          A5      A5     E5    E5
(2x)  Dadadaaaa  Oh yeah

       E5            E5  E5         E5            E5       E5 E5 E5
We are some distant TV channel a lesson grown old
       A5                 A5                        E5        E5 E5 E5
We are rhythm and rhyme, partners in crime we are fools gold
       B5                           B5                 E5       E5
We are free as the wind through the trees or so we are told 

             E5                    E5                     E5       E5 E5 E5
There's some faded out manuscript paper and an old clarinet 
         A5                           A5             E5       E5 E5 E5
There is cash on the table there's a tapestry alphabet
            B5                    B5                        E5    E5
There's the moon and the tide and all the songs not written yet
            B5                    B5                        E5    E5
There's the moon and the tide and all the songs not written yet

B7.....E5