Chords for Louis Dunford - The Angel (North London Forever - Official Lyric Video)

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As I walk these streets alone, through this borough I call home
Upon [Bm] the barren fields of ivory, neath the stadiums of stone
Through the turned stars at the angel, see the homeless on the green
From the cali to the cross, and every [A] shito in between
[D] Past the church, the mosque, the crack den, and the offi on the [A] corner
See the [Bm] brasses from the brothel that pretends to be a sauna
Watch the bedlam in the bookies, see the winners and the losers
[D] Seeking solace from their sorrow, [A] in the local battle [D] cruisers
Through the madness in the market, weathered faces [A] turn to greet ya
Hello [Bm] governor, how's your mother?
You alright son?
Be lucky geezer
Double [E] by a mash and liquor, a couple rosie, li up chap
Or watch [D] retired gangsters bicker, every [A] day and half his calf
The little [D] fuckers, schools in trouble, for the causes make you [C#m] smile
You meet [Bm] your muckers for a couple, forget your troubles for a while
From [G] the fool, nil to the hemi, [D] all the faces are the same
[A] Cause the manner might be changing, but the people still remain
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Move London _ [Bm] _ forever, _ _ _ whatever [G] the weather _
_ These streets [A] are our home, _ [A] _ and [D] my _ heart will [A] leave [Bm] you never _ _
_ My blood [E] will forever, _ _ _ _ run [G] through the stone _
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_ _ _ As I walk these streets alone, through a kingdom made [A] of chrome
I [Bm] see them ripping up the cobbles, and tearing down our chartered homes
I [D] see the architecture changing, watch the history disappear
[A] And the skyline rearranging, into towers of veneer
But I [D] see the remnants of a London, that they thought they could erase
[Bm] Every time I hear the old school talk about the good old days
Or [D] every time I watch the football, and have a ruby with the lads
See an oyster selling clobber, or a [A] dealer shutting bags
It's in the single mothers juggling, a baby and a joke
In [Bm] every single brother struggling, to wind up in the dock
It's in [D] the roots and the foundations, still clinging to the land
It's in the bricks that build the moulding, [A] and pop them that still stand
It's in [D] my family and my friends, in every grime and every bend
It's in [Bm] the roots that we inherit, when our generation ends
It's in [G] the ruins of your youth, and the faces of your past
[A] Cause the manner might be changing, but the people always last
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Oh, for [D] London _ [Bm] forever, _ _ _ _ whatever [G] the weather
_ _ These streets are [A] our own, _ _ _ _ and my [D] _
_ heart will [D] leave you [Bm] never
_ My _ blood will [E] forever, _ _ _ _ run through [G] the stone
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