Chords for Rishloo - Salutations (sub.esp)

_ _ _ _ _ These are only [Am] words and [E] artificial tones.
We're just skin and bones playing telephone with things
that probably never [Em] said it all.
This world is stitched [Am] with schemes.
Once [Em] there was reality.
It's hard [G] to reach across the unbelievable distances.
To be what we really [Am] are, and who we claim to be.
The irony engine is lost [E] on [F] me.
_ _ [G] _ [E] The shame is that we saw it [Am] coming.
The faces [G] of [C] the young among us are crammed in paper [F] drawings.
The clearest writing on the wall we could ever ask for.
[Em] What do they believe?
Where [E] are their fathers?
Where [G] are their mothers?
Who left [F] them there alone with the television remote
like some [G] philosopher's stone?
Figuring out [E] on their own _
[E] job.
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[F] _ _ _ _ [G] _ [Em] If I still have anything to [Am] say, try [G] to make it plain.
The 12 [F] inches of luxury I don't have,
and the time that's left before the [G] madness overtakes [C] me.
I'm a voice among the voices.
The roll of whispers closes in.
And the point seems to [F] be pointless.
_ [G] And I've [E] forgotten who [Am] I am.
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[F] _ _ _ _ [Em] And I've forgotten who [Am] I _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
[F] am.
_ _ _ [G] _ _ These [Am] are the real _ [C] words.
_ All [F] of this short of news.
[C] _ These are the [A] real words.
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[F] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [Em] These [Am] are the real _ [G] words. _ _ _
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