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[G]Jeff Buckley's Grace was playing [D]loud as hell
[Bm]In a back of an old dive [Em]bar
[G]So I step outside and[D] light a cigarette
Taking the f[Bm]umes of the passing ca[Em]rs
[C]loud angry drunks and a [D]few crest punks
Fill every[Bm] crevasse of Saint Mark'[Em]s
[G]Some things have changed s[D]ince back then
But the s[G]treets are st[D]ill so h[G]ard
[G]In the lonely hours of [C]MIDNIG[G]HT
When New York c[C]ity's lying [G]wide aw[D]ake
Under the glow of st[C]reet li[G]ght
I feel the r[C]umble of the concret[D]e mix
On my head, looko[C]ut dow[G]n
Ride through the Har[C]lem to the [G]interstat[D]e
And my soul reu[C]nite[G]
In the lonely hours of M[C]IDNIGH[G]T
[G]Two lovers falling in each othe[D]r's arms
Stumbling [Bm]now on the high [Em]line[G]
Upon the bridge there's a [D]broken heart
Screaming [Bm]to his vale[Em]ntine
[C]Two sunken eyes at the [D]corner shop
Tryina get a [Bm]lucky for a di[Em]me
[G]The needle drops and the lin[D]e it turns
And then it [G]burns [D]one rig[G]ht
[G]In the lonely hours of [C]MIDNIG[G]HT
When New York c[C]ity's lying [G]wide aw[D]ake
Under the glow of st[C]reet li[G]ght
I feel the r[C]umble of the con[G]crete mix[D]
On my head, looko[C]ut dow[G]n
Ride through the Har[C]lem to the [G]interstat[D]e
And my soul reu[C]nit[G]e
In the lonely hours of M[C]IDNIGH[G]T
Am G D x1
[Am]Calling out for something |
G D | x3
Calling out for something true | (hold last d on final)
In the lonely hours of [C]MIDNIG[G]HT
When New York ci[C]ty's lying w[G]ide aw[D]ake
Under the glow of s[C]treet l[G]ight
I feel the ru[C]mble of the concre[G]te m[D]ix
In the lonely hours of M[C]IDNIGHT[G]
When New York c[C]ity's lying w[G]ide aw[D]ake
Under the glow of s[C]treet li[G]ght
I feel the ru[C]mble of the con[G]crete m[D]ix
On my head, loo[C]kout do[G]wn
Ride through the H[C]arlem to the in[G]tersta[D]te
And my soul r[C]eunit[G]e
In the lonely hours of [C]MIDNIG[G]HT
And my soul r[C]eunit[G]e
In the lonely hours of [C]MIDNIG[G]HT
[G]Jeff Buckley's Grace was playing [D]loud as hell
[Bm]In a back of an old dive [Em]bar
[G]So I step outside and[D] light a cigarette
Taking the f[Bm]umes of the passing ca[Em]rs
[C]loud angry drunks and a [D]few crest punks
Fill every[Bm] crevasse of Saint Mark'[Em]s
[G]Some things have changed s[D]ince back then
But the s[G]treets are st[D]ill so h[G]ard
[G]In the lonely hours of [C]MIDNIG[G]HT
When New York c[C]ity's lying [G]wide aw[D]ake
Under the glow of st[C]reet li[G]ght
I feel the r[C]umble of the concret[D]e mix
On my head, looko[C]ut dow[G]n
Ride through the Har[C]lem to the [G]interstat[D]e
And my soul reu[C]nite[G]
In the lonely hours of M[C]IDNIGH[G]T
[G]Two lovers falling in each othe[D]r's arms
Stumbling [Bm]now on the high [Em]line[G]
Upon the bridge there's a [D]broken heart
Screaming [Bm]to his vale[Em]ntine
[C]Two sunken eyes at the [D]corner shop
Tryina get a [Bm]lucky for a di[Em]me
[G]The needle drops and the lin[D]e it turns
And then it [G]burns [D]one rig[G]ht
[G]In the lonely hours of [C]MIDNIG[G]HT
When New York c[C]ity's lying [G]wide aw[D]ake
Under the glow of st[C]reet li[G]ght
I feel the r[C]umble of the con[G]crete mix[D]
On my head, looko[C]ut dow[G]n
Ride through the Har[C]lem to the [G]interstat[D]e
And my soul reu[C]nit[G]e
In the lonely hours of M[C]IDNIGH[G]T
Am G D x1
[Am]Calling out for something |
G D | x3
Calling out for something true | (hold last d on final)
In the lonely hours of [C]MIDNIG[G]HT
When New York ci[C]ty's lying w[G]ide aw[D]ake
Under the glow of s[C]treet l[G]ight
I feel the ru[C]mble of the concre[G]te m[D]ix
In the lonely hours of M[C]IDNIGHT[G]
When New York c[C]ity's lying w[G]ide aw[D]ake
Under the glow of s[C]treet li[G]ght
I feel the ru[C]mble of the con[G]crete m[D]ix
On my head, loo[C]kout do[G]wn
Ride through the H[C]arlem to the in[G]tersta[D]te
And my soul r[C]eunit[G]e
In the lonely hours of [C]MIDNIG[G]HT
And my soul r[C]eunit[G]e
In the lonely hours of [C]MIDNIG[G]HT
