Chords for Marc Almond - The Days of Pearly Spencer extended

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A _ _ _ _ _ _ tenement, [Gm] a dirty street, walled to wall by shoeless feet.
[C] Inside it's long, so complete, [Eb] watched by a [Bb] shivering sun. _
[Cm] Old eyes in a small child's [G] face, watching as [Dm] the shadows race
[Cm] through walls and cracks [G] and leave no [Eb] trace in daylight's [Bb] bright vision.
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A day's a [Cm] pearly spender, _ _
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race is [Cm] almost rough. _ _
_ _ Nose pressed [Gm] hard on frosted glass, gazing as the swollen mass
[C] on concrete fields where grows no [Eb] grass, stumbles [Bb] blindly on.
_ _ [Cm] Iron [Gm] trees smother the air with withering, they stand and stare
[Cm] through eyes beneath a no-none of [Eb] care where the grass [Bb] has gone.
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_ _ _ [Gm] _ A day's a [Cm] pearly spender, _ _ _ _ _ _ [Fm] _
_ the [Gm] _ _ race is [Cm] almost rough. _ _ _ _ _
Pearly wares, [Gm] your milk-white skin, what's that stubble on your chin?
[Cm] It's buried in the rug, got you [Eb] when you play the last [Bb] hard one. _
[Cm] You play the house [Gm] that can't be beat now, look your head's bowed in defeat.
[Cm] You walk too [Gm] far along the street [Eb] where only rats [Bb] can run.
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A day's a [Cm] pearly spender, _ _ _
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_ race is [Cm] almost rough. _ _
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A day's a [Cm] pearly spender, _ _
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_ race is [Ab] almost rough. _ _
The race is [Cm] almost _ _ rough.
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_ _ _ A tenement, a dirty street, [Gm] remember worn at shoulder speed, [Cm] remember how
you stood to be [Fm] the way your life [Bb] had gone.
_ _ [C] So pearly don't shed [Cm] more [Gm] tears for those best forgotten years.
Those tenements are [Fm] memories of where [Bb] you've risen from.
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_ [Cm] day's a pearly spender, _
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the _ [Gm] _ _ _ _ race is [C] _ almost rough. _ _ _
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