The Fire Inside Chords by Bob Seger & The Silver Bullet Band

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[Ab] There's a hard moon rising on the streets [Db] tonight.
There's a reckless feeling in your [Ab] heart as you head out back.
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[Ab] Through the concrete canyons to the midtown lights
where the latest neon [Bbm] promises [Ab] are burning bright.
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[Ab] Past the open windows on the darkened streets,
[Db] unseen angry [Ab] voices flashing, children cry.
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[Ab] Pamphlet-phoney poses with the worn-out [Db] lines,
tired new money dressed [Ab] to the nines.
Old-life dealers with the bad [Db] designs
in the dilettantes with their open [Eb] minds.
Out on the town, sneaking the [Fm] crowd,
ready to go for the ride.
[Db] Searching the eyes, looking for [Ab] clues.
There's no way [Eb] you can [Ab] hide.
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[Ab] The fire inside.
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[Ab] Deep into the clubs and the [Db] discotheques
where they deal one another from the bottom of a [Ab] deck of promises.
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[Ab] Where the cautious loners and emotional [Db] wrecks
do an acting stretch as a [Ab] way to hide the obvious.
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[Ab] And the lights go down and they dance real [Db] close.
One brief instant, they pretend [Ab] they're safe and warm.
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[Ab] Then the beat gets louder and the mood is [Db] gone.
Darkness scatters as the lights flash [Ab] on.
They owe one another just a little too [Db] long.
And they move apart and [Eb] then move on.
On to the street, on to the [Fm] next.
Safe in the knowledge that they tried.
[Db] Faking the smiles, hiding the [Ab] pain, never [Eb]
satisfied.
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[Ab] Fire inside.
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[Ebm] [Ab] Fire inside.
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[Ab] Now the hour is late and he thinks he was.
[Db] You listen to him dress and you [Eb] listen to him [Ab] leave like you knew he would. _ _ _ _ _
_ Hear his car pull away in the [Db] street,
then you move to the door and you lock it when [Ab] he's on the good.
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[Ab] Then you walk to the window and stare at the [Db] moon.
Riding high and lonesome through [Ab] a starlit sky.
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[Ab] And it comes to you how it all slips away.
[Db] Youth and beauty are [Ab] gone one day.
No matter what you dream or feel or [Db] say, it ends in dusk and [Eb] disarray.
Like wind on the plains, sand through the [Fm] glass.
Waves ringing with the tide.
[Db] Dreams die hard and we watch them [Ab] erode, but we cannot [Eb] be denied.
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[Ab] Fire inside.
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[Ab] Burning you up, _ [Db] burning you up. _
[Ab] Fire inside.
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