Synchronicity II Chords by The Police

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Under the suburban browning [G] mud head,
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Grandmother screaming, [G] I'm the one.
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We have to shout up all [G] the tin of our waste to spit.
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Can't hear anything [G] at all.
_ [A] For the chance to visit the abortion and prostration.
We know all the suicides are fake.
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_ To the distance, _ _ with how much money he [E] can take. _
Many [Am] miles away, [G] something comes from [Dm] the slime.
[E] At the bottom of a [Am] dark, [E] ash lake, _ _ [A] _
another injust girl [G] came running.
A _ [A]
factory bell shifts through thin to [G] the sky.
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Walks on in that [G] blue, thicket lines today.
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Doesn't think to [G] wonder why.
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Secretary's pounding green like he's taunting a red light street.
All he ever thinks of do is whine.
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_ Meeting with this, [Dm] self-caused [D] inferior, [Dm] is the humiliating kick in the track.
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Many [F] miles away, _ [G] _ [F] the surface [E] of dark, Scottish luck.
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Another working day [G] has been paid.
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Only to rush our [G] heads to face.
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Back like [C#] lemmings into [G] tiny metal boxes.
[A] Our test looks in a suicidal [G] rage.
_ [A] Daddy grips for real and slayers are rolling to the distance.
He knows that something somewhere has to break.
_ [D] He sees a man _ [Dm] looming in [D] a pane of black, thinks he's [E] our lord. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Am] _ [G] There's a shadow on [Dm] the door.
[E] Eyes on the shore.
Mother talk.
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Many [E] miles away.
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Many [E] miles away.
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_ [E] _ [F] Many _ [Em] _ _ [Dm] _
[E] miles away.
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