Chords for Tom Kimmel - Poetic Justice

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_ [Dm] _ _ _ So I [C] was not the one you [Bb] wanted, _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Dm] _ Well you [F] can see I'm _ _ [Bb] reconciled, _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [F] Must you be so disappointed,
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_ [Gm] _ _ _ [F] Can you not carry [C] on in style, _ _ _
[F] Is it [Dm] too [G] much to say,
We [F] loved hard,
Till the [Bb] world fell back [F] in place,
And left us where we [C] are,
_ I _
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feel like [C] the king,
_ When the [A]
queen moves her [Dm] spade,
And the crowd _ [Bb] rushes in,
To tear down [F] the gate,
_ While the whole [C] palace slept,
[A] And I never [Dm] rang the bell,
_ Maybe that's poetic [Bb] justice,
_ _ But it's pretty hard to [F] tell, _ _ _
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_ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _ When the fortune [Bb] wheel is spinning, _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [C] Luck is fortune's [Bb] sturdy joke, _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ And the player's [C] chance of winning, _ _ _
_ [Gm] _ _ _ Is [F] diminished by [C] his hope, _ _ _
Can't you [Dm] laugh,
Just to [C] think _ of the [F] gold,
We had [Bb] running through our [F] hands,
When we were [C] on the road, _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ I feel [C] like the king,
When the queen moves [Dm] her spade,
And the crowd _ [Bb] rushes in,
_ To tear down the [F] gate,
And declare what [C] was mine,
I stole from someone [Dm] else,
Maybe that's poetic [Bb] justice,
_ _ But it's pretty [F] hard to tell,
_ _ It's hard [C] to tell, _ _ _
[F] Why solid ground _ surprised us,
[Bb] When we fell,
_ It's [F] hard to say,
_ It's [A] life or death,
_ Or just so [Dm] many bitter [F] words,
Beneath [Bb] your breath, _ _ _ _
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_ _ [C] _ _ _ _ Is it too much to say,
We [F] loved hard,
Till the world fell back in place,
And left us where we are,
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_ [F] _ _ _ I feel [C] like the king,
_ When the queen moves her [Dm] spade,
And the crowd [Bb] rushes in,
_ To tear down [F] the gate,
_ And declare what [C] was mine,
I stole from [Dm] someone else,
Maybe that's poetic [Bb] justice,
_ _ But it's pretty hard [F] to tell,
_ I feel like [C] the king,
_ When the queen moves [Dm] her spade,
_ And the crowd _ [Bb] rushes in,
To raise a [F] gallows pole,
And declare what they [C] must do,
I'm doing to [Dm] myself,
_ Well if that's poetic [Bb] justice,
_ _ How can anybody [F] tell, _ _ _ _
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_ [F] How _ _ _ _ _
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