Chords for Hanoi Rocks - Street Poetry

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_ [G] I sit here every [D] day, watch me rush [E] away.
I write down what you're [C] wearing.
Working in fur, [Am] soft skirts and suits [D] and blues and gays.
Starts Baptiste, [G] _ you're running when it [D] rains.
Too late to catch the [E] train, the work just has to [C] wait.
Most of you [Am] I've learned to _ [D] recognize by sight, as you walk by.
_ [G] I write a gun and [F#m] run, about your busy [E] lives.
And there's a quote to [C] you, a [B] mirror [Am] of the [C] edges of [D] _ society, rich in poverty.
_ [B] _ [Bm] I'm the outsider, the [E] observer, _ [B] the outcast, the work [E] conserver.
[Bm] _ _ I'm inspired by the streets, _ someday [C] it will be in [C#] my biography.
[D] _ _ [E] I'm just reciting [Am] my street poetry.
[C] It might mean nothing [G] much to you, but it's a whole world [A] to _ [E] _ _ _
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_ [C] _ _ _ [D] me.
That _
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_ _ _ _ _ [G] _ guy has got a [C#] mortgage, and children bet [E] they're gorgeous.
But if I read [C] his eyes, I [B] know [Am] he's [G] unhappy with [D] his _ wife and his daily life.
[G] _ I've seen the gray [D] masses, slaves to higher [Em] classes.
Someday, somewhere, [C] somehow, someone will [Am] release [C] my book [D] of poetry, or at least a [Bm] piece.
_ I'm the outsider, the observer, _ _ the outcast, the work conserver.
_ _ I'm inspired by the [E] streets, _ [Bm] someday [C] it will be in [C#] my [A] biography.
_ _ [E] I'm just reciting [A] my street poetry.
[C] It might mean nothing [G] much to you, [C] but it's a whole world [A] to me.
[E] _ I'm just reciting [A] my street poetry.
[C] It might mean nothing [G] much to you, [C] but it's a whole world [A] to me.
[C] Nothing [G] much to you, [C] but it's a whole world [A] to me.
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Reciting [G] my street _ [D] poetry. _
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_ [C#] _ _ [D] _ _ [F#] I'm just [D#m] a writer of street poetry.
[C] Might mean nothing much to you, but it's everything to [Em] me.
_ I'm just reciting [A] my street poetry.
[C] It might mean nothing [G] much to you, [C] but it's a whole world to [E] me.
_ I'm just reciting [Am] my street poetry.
[C] It might mean nothing [G] much to you, but it's a whole world [A] to me.
[Em] I'm just reciting [Am] my street poetry.
[C] It might mean nothing [G] much to you, but it's a whole world to me.
[E] I'm just reciting [Am] my street poetry.
[C] It might mean nothing [G] much to you, but it's a whole world [A] to me.
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Reciting [G] my street _ [D] poetry. _
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