Lifes For The Living - Passenger

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                                         Passenger - life for the living
              
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                    one of my favorites song in the world - by the amazing passenger


Capo on 6th

   
Gadd4 320013
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Well grey clou

              
ds wraped roun

      
d the town lik

e elastic
             
Cars stood lik

              
e toys made of

           
 Taiwanese pla


stic
            
The boy laughe

              
d at the spast

         
ic dancing aro

             
und in the rai

      
n
            
While laundret

              
tes cleaned cl

            
othes, high he


als rub toes
             
Puddles splash

              
ed huddles of 

        
bus stop crows
            
Dressed in the

              
ir suits and t

         
heir boots wel

              
l they all loo

              
k the same
 

             
I took myself 

             
down to the ca

              
fe to find all

             
 the boys lost

           
 in books and 

        
crackling viny

l
             
And carved out

             
 a poem above 

              
the urinal tha

         
t read
             
Don't you cry 

        
for the lost
      
Smile for the 

living
            
Get what you n

          
eed and give w

            
hat you're giv

en
             
Life's for the

            
 living so liv

e it
              
Or you're bett

        
er off dead


Dm, C, G, C, Em7, Am, Dm, C, G, Gadd4, G

            
While the even

              
ing pulled the

      
 moon out of i

t's packet
             
Stars shone li

              
ke buttons on 

             
an old man's j


acket
            
We needed a na

           
il but we tack

            
ed it 'til it 

             
fell of the wa

        
ll
            
While pigeon's

              
 pecked trains

           
, sparks flew 


like planes
             
The rain showe

              
d the rainbows

             
 in the oil st


ains
            
And we all had

              
 new iPhones b

         
ut no one had 

                   
no one to call
 

             
And I stumbled

              
 down to the s

             
tomach of the 

 
town
             
Where the wido

           
w takes memori

            
es to slowly d

 
rown
             
With a hand to

              
 the sky and a

             
 mist in her e

              
ye she said
             
Don't you cry 

        
for the lost
      
Smile for the 

living
            
Get what you n

          
eed and give w

            
hat you're giv

en
             
Life's for the

            
 living so liv

e it
              
Or you're bett

        
er off dead
 
Em, F, C, Em7, Am, Em, G, Gadd4, G  X2

(single struming here)
            
Well I'm sick 

              
of this town, 

       
this blind man

's forage
             
They take your

              
 dreams down a

             
nd stick them 

     
in storage
            
You can have t

              
hem back son w

            
hen you've pai

           
d off your mor

             
tgage and loan

      
s
            
Oh hell with t

              
his place, I'l

     
l go it my own

 way
             
I'll stick out

              
 my thumb and 

             
I trudge down 

    
the highway
            
Someday someon

          
e must be goin

                 
g my way home
 
             
Till then I'll

              
 make my bed f

       
rom a disused 

car
             
With a mattres

           
s of leaves an

            
d a blanket of

   
 stars
             
And I'll stitc

              
h the words in

             
to my heart wi

              
th a needle an

           
d thread
             
Don't you cry 

        
for the lost
      
Smile for the 

living
            
Get what you n

          
eed and give w

            
hat you're giv

en
             
You know life'

              
s for the livi

       
ng so live it
              
Or you're bett

              
er off dead
 
            F (single struming from here)        
Don't you cry for the lost
      
Smile for the 

living
            
Get what you n

          
eed and give w

            
hat you're giv

en
             
Life's for the

            
 living so liv

e it
              
Or you're bett

                
er off dead

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