The Days Of Pearly Spencer Chords by Marc Almond

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_ A tenement, a dirty [Gm] street, walled to wall by shoeless [Cm] feet.
Inside it's long, so [Eb] complete, watched by a [Bb] shivering sun.
_ [Cm] Old eyes and a small [Gm] child's face, watching as the shadows [Cm] race through walls and cracks
that leave no [Eb] trace from daylight's [Bb] bright vision.
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_ _ [Gm] _ _ Days of [Cm] pearly splendor, _ _ _ _ [Fm] ah, _ _ [Gm] _ the race is [Cm] almost _ right.
_ _ _ _ Nose pressed hard on frosted [Gm] glass, gazing as the swollen [Cm] mass
on concrete fields where grows no [Eb] grass, stumbles [Bb] blindly on. _ _
[Cm] Iron trees smother the [Gm] air with withering.
They stand and stare [Cm] through eyes that neither know nor [Eb] care where the [Bb] grass has gone.
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Days of [Cm] pearly _ splendor, _ _
_ _ [Fm] ah, the [Gm] _ _
race is [Cm] almost right. _ _ _
_ _ Pearly wares, your milk white [Gm] skin, what's that scuffle on your chin?
[Cm] It's buried in the rug at your [Eb] chimney plate and lies [Bb] in a hard one.
_ [Cm] You play the house that can't [Gm] be beat now, look your head's bowed in defeat.
[Cm] You walk too far along the streets [Eb] where only [Bb] rats can run.
[Fm] A _
_ _ [Gm] _ day in the [Cm] pearly splendor, _ _ _ _ [Fm] ah, _ the [Gm] _ _ race is [Cm] almost right.
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_ _ [Gm] _ A day in the [Cm] pearly splendor, _ _ _ _ [Fm] ah, _
_ _ [Gm] _ the race is [Ab] almost _ right.
_ The race is [Cm] almost right.
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tenement, a dirty street, [Gm] remember worn and shillers feet.
[Cm] Remember how you stood to be [Fm] the way your life [Bb] had gone. _ _
So [F] pearly don't [Cm] you shed more [Gm] tears for those best forgotten [Cm] years.
Those tenements are [Fm] memories of where [Bb] you've risen from.
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[Gm] _ _ days [Cm] of pearly _ _ splendor, _ _ _ ah, _ [Fm] _ _ _ [Gm] _ _
the race is [D] _ almost right.
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