The Shapes Of Things To Come Chords by Sonne Hagal

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[B] _ _ _ _ [F#m] _ The _ chase of things [D] to come _ [B] is a symphony [F#m] of soulful songs
from the weary [D] essence of things. _
_ [E] Rises [F#m] a new born sun, the chase of things [D] to come _
[E] is a symphony [F#m] of _ soulful songs from the weary essence [D] of things. _
[E] _ Rises [F#m] a new born sun, a candle _ [B] burns
from the peace you may not [F#m] last the night. _
But all my foes [B] and all my friends, it [F#] gives a lovely [F#m] light. _ _
Safe upon [B] the solid rock, the ugly house [F#m] is stemmed. _ _
Come and see [B] the _ sharpness, we will _ [F#m] accomplish them. _ _
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The secret passion [D] _ glows, [B] a fresh drop from the fountain [F#m] of universal life,
the cloudy _ [D] essence of dreams. _ _
[B] Within the bow [F#m] of the round steep, the secret passion [D] glows, _
[E] a fresh drop from the fountain [F#m] of universal life,
the cloudy essence [D] of dreams. _
[E] Within the bow [F#m] of the round steep, the candle burns [B] and burns. _
You [F#m] may not last the night, _ but all my foes [Bm] and all my friends,
it gives [F#m] a lovely light. _ _
Safe upon [B] the solid rock, the ugly [F#m] house is stemmed. _
Come and see [B] my shining face build [F#m] upon the sand, _ _
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reflections of the [D] past. _ _
[C#] Whoever says the [F#m] tomb shall die, the unresting essence [D] of love _ _
[F#m] Ordains what rises must decline, _ reflections of the [D] past. _ _
[E] Whoever says the [F#m] tomb shall die, the unresting essence [D] of love _ _
[E] Ordains what [F#m] rises must decline, my candle burns.
[Bm] _ _ _
[F#] You may not [F#m] last the night, _ but all my foes [Bm] and all my friends,
[F#] it gives a [F#m] lovely light. _ _
Safe upon the [Bm] solid rock, [F#] the ugly house [F#m] is stemmed. _ _
Come and see [Bm] my shining face [F#] build upon [F#m] the sand, _
my candle burns.
[Bm] _ _ _
You may not [F#m] last the night, _ but all my foes [Bm] and all my friends,
it [F#m] gives a lovely light. _ _ _
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