ha - Train Of Thought
AVersions2TuningE2 A2 D3 G3 B3 E4 (low to high)
TuningE2 A2 D3 G3 B3 E4 (low to high) Download chord source (.txt)
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He likes to have the morning paper's crossword solved
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Words go up words come down, forwards, backwards twisted round
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He grabs a pile of letters from a small suit case
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Disappers into an office its another working day
And his thoughts are full of strangers, corridors of naked lights
And his mind once full of reason, Now there' more than meets the eye
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Now a strangers face he carries with him
He likes a bit of reading on the subway home
A distant radio's whistling tunes that nobody knows
At home a house awaits him, he unlocks the door
Thinking once there was a sea here but there never was a door
same chords):
And his thoughts are full of strangers, and his eyes too numb too see
And nothing, that he knows of, and nowhere where he's been
Was never quite like this
Repeat chorus 1
and at heart he's full of strangers, dodging on his train of thought
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Readable chord sheet for ha - Train Of Thought by A
Tuning: E2 A2 D3 G3 B3 E4 (low to high)
bass/
H[E]e likes to have the morning pa[D]per's cross[A]word solve[D/E]d
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W[E]ords go up words come d[D]own, forwards, [A]backwards twisted roun[D/E]d
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H[E]e grabs a pile of letters from [D]a small suit[A] case
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D[E]isappers into an office[D] its another work[C#m]ing day
A[D]nd his th[Bm7]oughts a[C#m7]re full of stranger[D]s, corri[E]dors of [Bm7]naked[C#m7] lights [D]
A[E]nd his mi[Bm7]nd onc[C#m7]e full of reason,[D] Now [E]there'[Bm7] more than [C#m7]meets the eye [D]
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N[E]ow [F#m]a strangers face h[D]e carries[A] with him
He likes a bit of reading on the subway home
A distant radio's whistling tunes that nobody knows
At home a house awaits him, he unlocks the door
Thinking once there was a sea here but there never was a door
same chords):
And his thoughts are full of strangers, and his eyes too numb too see
And nothing, that he knows of, and nowhere where he's been
Was never quite like this
Repeat chorus 1
[Ending]
[Bm]
[E]
[C#m]
[E] [D/E]
[C#]
[Bm]
[E]
[C#m]
[E] [D/E]
[C#m]
[E]
[Bm]
[E]
[C#m]
a[E]nd at h[D/E]eart he's full of strangers, dodging on his train of thought