Synchronicity II - The Police

F#4/m   G6-D

          
Another suburb

          
an family morn

   
ing.
            
Grandmother sc

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reaming at the

    
 wall.
           
We have to sho

            
ut above the d

   
in of our Rice

 Crispies
             
We can't hear 

         
anything at al

*-   
l.

             
Mother chants 

     
her litany of 

 
boredom and fr

  
ustration,
             
But we know al

        
l her suicides

  
 are fake.
    
Daddy only sta

    
res into the d

             
istance
          
There's only s

          
o much more th

            
at he can take

-  
.

         
Many miles awa

            
y something cr

              
awls from the 


slime
             
At the bottom 

     
of a dark Scot

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tish lake.


          
Another indust

          
rial ugly morn

   
ing
            
The factory be

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lches filth in

    
to the sky.
            
He walks unhin

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dered through 

    
the picket lin

es today,
            
He doesn't thi

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nk to wonder w

    
hy.

             
The secretarie

     
s pout and pre

      
en like cheap 

      
tarts in a red

(
 light street,
             
But all he eve

           
r thinks to do

         
 is watch.
    
And every sing

    
le meeting wit

          
h his so-calle

   
d superior
          
Is a humiliati

          
ng kick in the

      
 crotch.

         
Many miles awa

            
y something cr

              
awls to the su


rface
             
Of a dark Scot

                  
tish loch.

F# (4)
G6-D   

          
Another workin

          
g day has ende

   
d.
            
Only the rush 

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hour hell to f

    
ace.
            
Packed like le

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mmings into sh

    
iny metal boxe

s.
            
Contestants in

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 a suicidal ra

    
ce.

             
Daddy grips th

     
e wheel and st

      
ares alone int

      
o the distance

(
,
             
He knows that 

     
something some

      
where has to b

      
reak.
    
He sees the fa

    
mily home now 

          
looming in the

   
 headlights,
          
The pain upsta

          
irs that makes

      
 his eyeballs 


ache.

         
Many miles awa

            
y there's a sh

              
adow on the do


or
             
Of a cottage o

    
n the shore of

          
 a dark
             
Scottish lake

    

  

        
             
Many miles awa

              
y