Chords for STEPHEN FEARING - THESE GOLDEN DAYS

_ _ _ _ _ [E] I looked at myself and I said, hello Mr.
Rock. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ The intro is a bit shorter.
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So now [C#] I wear my reading glasses when I decide to shave.
I see [A] myself much better now [F#m] than in my younger [F#] days.
[A] Some people are [E] obsessed with time
because it rains on the [A] parade.
Over time [F#m] it's just a silver thread
[F#] woven [E] to these golden days.
I _ _ _ _ [C#m] _ used [A] to know a woman
[E] when she proclaimed that she loved her man.
I said, no, you love the idea [B] more,
[F#m] but she didn't [F#] understand.
[A] She's a guy in love [E] like a velvet glove
that takes all the [A] pain away.
All her [F#m] love is just a silver thread
[F#] woven through these golden days.
These golden [A] days of all we have
[E] between the cracks and [A] now and then.
Every [F#] hero, every villain,
[F#m] is a beginning [F#] and an end.
[A] So light the fire, take your [E] preconceptions,
throw them under the blaze.
You've got [F#m] nothing but your purpose
[B] in these [E] golden days.
_ _ _ _ [F#] _ Met a genuine celebrity,
his ambition was his jail.
[E] And every day he [A] locked himself
inside a [B] fantastic fairy tale.
[A] And he thought of fame like a [E] plaque limousine
headed out to the [A] last hooray.
Ah, [F#m] but fame is just a silver [F#] thread
woven through these golden days. _
There a gambler and a priest
were playing stud one rainy day.
[E] The gambler met with [F#] his heart and his soul
[F#m] and the priest counted [B] cards like faith.
[A] He raised his [F#] eyes to heaven,
so the gambler [A] raised the slave.
[B] He sang, [F#m] fame is just a [F#] silver thread
woven through these golden days.
These [A] golden days of all we have
between the cracks and now and then.
Every [E] king, every [B] joker,
has a beginning [F#] and an end.
[F#m] So [A] light the fire, take your preconceptions,
[B] throw them under the blaze.
[Em] You've got nothing but [F#] your purpose
in these golden [E] days. _ _ _
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_ _ [F#] So when the song is over
and the last chord shimmers [A] and dies,
I'd [E] drive away through darkened [F#m] streets
lit by stars and [F#] moonlight
[A] to lay me down over [B] strange sheets
[E] of all the grand [A] plans I made.
And I'd turn [F#m] my face toward the dawn
_ _ _ _ _ to lies before us
as the past slips clean away.
All the fast roads and the back roads
stretched between [F#] the hurricanes.
All [F#m] the things we wish we'd never [E] done
and the love we hoped [E] would _ [F#m] regret
is just a silver thread
woven [E] through these golden days.
These golden [A] days of all we have
between the cracks and now and then.
Every [E] star, [F#] every [F#m] wannabe
has a beginning [F#] and an end.
So [A] light the fire with all your [F#] preconceptions
throw them under the blaze.
You've got nothing but [G#m] your purpose
[F#m] in these [C#m] golden days.
[A] Light the fire, take your [B] preconceptions
throw them under [A] the blaze.
[E] You've [F#m] got nothing but your purpose
[F#] in these golden days.
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_ _ [A] [E] Golden days. _ _
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_ _ See you in a bit.
Thank you, boys. _ _ _
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