Chords for King Crimson - The Night Watch (OFFICIAL)

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_ [F#] Shine, _ [D] shine, _ [Em] _
_ _ [D] the [Em] light of good work shine.
_ [D] _ _ [Em] The watch [D] before [Em] the city [D] gates [Em] depicted in their prime.
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[A] The golden [D] light, all grimy now.
[Em] Three hundred years [G] have passed, the worthy captain and his squad of troopers standing [D]
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_ [F#m] _ _ [Bm] The artist knew their faces well, the husbands of his lady friends, [Em] his creditors and counsellors.
[F#] In armour bright the merchantmen, [Bm] official moments of the guild and [C#] poses keen from bygone [Bm] days.
[A] City fathers frozen [Bm] there upon the canvas, dark [G] with age.
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_ [G] _ [A] _ _ _ [Bm] The smell of painted flasks of wine in turn those faces all to me.
[Em] The blunderbuss and halberd sharp, [F#m] that's respectability.
[D] They make their entrance one by one, [Em] defenders of that way of [A] life.
Red brick home, the bourgeoisie [Bm] and get our lessons for [G] the _ wife.
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_ _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] many years we suffered here, our country wracked with Spanish [Em] wars.
Now comes the chance to find [F#m] ourselves, quiet frames [Bm] behind our doors.
We must [A] party [G] again.
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_ _ So [Em] the [D] pride [Em] of little [D] men, [Em] the burghers [G] good and true, still living through the painters hands.
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