Chords for Thursday - War All The Time {with lyrics}

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[A] _ I [B] was _ [C] _ _
[F] _ _ five [Em] years old, [Am] my best friend's older brother died.
[G] He fell from these cliffs, [F] the river washed him [C] away, the current pulled him down, [Am] streaming
on my eyes, [G] floating the headlines.
[C] So we parked these cars in [Em] Paris' garage, listened [Am] to the lullaby,
_ [G] Causing the knots [F] of _ _ _ _ _ _
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[F] _ _ war [G] _ _ all [Am] of the time.
[Bm] In the shadow [Am] of New [F] York's skyline, we grew up [G] too fast, [Am] falling _ apart.
[B] Like the ashes [C] of a [F] marriage that flies, the sun [C] doesn't rise.
[B] Or a play [Am] theater with an H-bomb explosion, [G] a painted [Dm] jail [F] cell, or a ride in the [G] sky.
Like [Em] three mile [Am] high, the odd man's on TV, [G] is the thing [C] of the street they [F] burn.
_ _ [G] Like an [Em] oil field, [Am] or a memory of what [G] it felt _ [Dm] like to [F] burn.
On and on, and [G] notches [B] fade away, [Am] all those nights in the basement, [G] the kids [C] are still screaming.
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_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [F] All [Am] of the time, [A] in the shadow [F] of the New York skyline, we grew up [Em] too fast, falling [Am] apart.
_ [B] Like the [F] ashes of a marriage that flies, [C] _ _ and [Am] we're blowing in [D] the wind.
We [F] don't know where, [C] _ _ [B] so [Am] we kick like little [Bm] _ [A] kids.
We [F] used to be very [C] tall buildings, [B] we've [Am] been falling _ [Dm] for so [D] long.
[F] Now you're on the [C] _ edge of town, [Am] they offer a [G] welcome when you are [F] leaving. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ In the shadow of the New [F] York skyline, we grew up [G] too fast, [Am] falling apart.
_ [B] Like the ashes [C] of a [F] marriage that flies, the peace [D] is falling like the last [Am] day of parade.
_ And the pipes in our streets [F] start to reach the way [G] to the people [Am] they long to invite.
From the fabric of a [F] mask they _ love, [A] _ _ all [Am] of the [A] time. _ _ _
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[F] All of the [G] time, all of the time, [Am] all of the time, all _ _ _ _
[F] _ of the [G] time, all _ [Am] of the time, all of the time, all of the time. _
[F] Oh _ _ [G] _ _ _
[Am] my God! _ _ _ _ _ _
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