Chords for Mona Lisas And Mad Hatters (Part 2)

_ _ _ [G] _ _ [C] _
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_ _ _ [C] _ _ [Gm] _
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_ [C] _ _ _ _ [G]
You could think that [C] New York City [Bb] fell from [C] grace and God, _ _ [Dm] and in a sense they're [A] brought
[A] _ _ [D] _
with the wall for the _ underdog.
[Gm] _ Man, the snow [C] falls and Santa Claus [Gm] looks like a Christmas [Bbm] dog.
I'd [A] _
look beyond [D] the fact, man, [C] and the [D] madness that makes [Gm] this city hot.
[C] _ _ _ [G] _
_ [Bb] _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ [Gm] _ _ _
I [C] heard a basketball _ _ [Gm]
somewhere out beyond the [C] chain-link fence.
[Dm] _ In the city, [A]
prisoners _ [D] argue [E] for the right of self [F]-defense.
[Gm] I dealt a fast [C] break and every word goes [Gm] out, brings something in [Bbm] my soul.
_ _ [A] Just spoke of some [D] of the brush strokes [Cm] and the [D] bouquets at [Gm] the dance floor. _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ [Bb] _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ [B] _ Spanish Harlem [Em] still sounds good to [G] me.
[C] Yeah, Mona Lisa [G] getting older, _ _ [B]
standing in the shadow [Em] of Miss Liberty.
[Gb] While I walk [B] along the west side [G]
down through [C] Little Italy,
[F] searching for the city that [D] _ took [Gm] away the killing me.
_ [C] _ _ [G] _
_ [Gm] _ _ _ _ [C] _
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_ [C] _ _ _ _ [Bb] _
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_ [Gm] _ _ _ _ [A] _
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_ [Dm] _ _ [D] _ _ [Gm] _
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_ [Gm] _ _ _ _ [Bbm] _
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_ [D] _ _ _ _ [Cm] _
_ [Dm] _ _ [Gm] _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ [Bb] _
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_ [B] _ Spanish Harlem [Em] still sounds good to [C] me.
Yeah, Mona Lisa [G] getting older, _ _ [B]
standing in the shadow [Em] of Miss Liberty.
[Gb] While I walk along [B] the west side down [C] through Little Italy,
[F] searching for the city [D] that took away [Gm] the killing me.
_ _ [C] _ _ _
_ [B] _ Spanish Harlem [Em] still sounds good to me.
[C] Yeah, Mona Lisa [Gm] getting older, _ _ [B]
standing in the shadow [Em] of Miss Liberty.
[Gb] While I walk along [B] the west side down [C] through Little Italy,
searching for [D] the city that took away [Gm] the killing [F] me.
_ [C] _ _ _
_ [Gm] _ Killing me.
[C] _
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_ _ [Eb] _ _ [Gm] _
[D] It's the darkest, darkest of [Gm] the world.
It's the killing me.
[D] _ _ _ _ [Gm]
Killing me.
_ [C] _ _ _
_ [Gm] _ _ [Bb] _ _ [Eb] _
_ _ _ [Dm] Yeah. _
_ [Gm] _ _ [Gm] _ _ _
[C] _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ [Gm] _
_ [Bb] _ _ _ [Eb] _ _
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