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Hearts Of Stone

Chuck Ragan
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Chords in this song

Strum
D-DU-UDU
 (Du  DuDu Du  DuDu Du  DuDu)
 
 I know its not very clear but hopefully it helps
 How do you  get  right
 with one  eye closed  so tight
 Slipping  backwards,
 falling  prey to  plastic  eyes?
 So hard to  walk  straight
 For the  style has  made  you sway
 And every  cavalry
 on every  strip  that bears  your name.
 Open your eyes,  you are standing  empty and cold.
 Open your mouth  if you voice  can never be sold.
 Burn the  bridge  down.
 Take the  long road  into  town.
 Where all  the  bastards
 and all  the witches  mark  their ground.
 Open your eyes,  you are standing  empty and cold.
 Open your mouth  if you voice  can never be sold.
 I only know  that hearts made of stone
 Will rarely sail far  and may never reach home.
 So is a cost  to live dead and lost
 Searching the stars  to find which is ours.
 Well in the  corners
 where all the lost  souls  have been  found
 Lies a  purpose
 before yourself  dead in  the ground.

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Readable chord sheet for Hearts Of Stone by Chuck Ragan

([Am]Du DuDu [C]Du DuDu [G]Du Du[Am]Du)
 [Am]      [C]       [G]

I know its not very clear but hopefully it helps

How do y[Am]ou ge[F]t ri[G]gh[Am]t
with on[Am]e eye cl[F]osed so [G]tight
Slippin[Am]g bac[F]kwar[G]ds[Am],
fallin[Am]g prey t[F]o plasti[G]c eyes?
So hard [Am]to wa[F]lk s[G]tr[Am]aight
For th[Am]e style [F]has made[G] you sway
And ever[Am]y cav[F]alry[G]  [Am]
on eve[Am]ry strip[F] that be[G]ars your name.

Open your [F]eyes, you are st[G]anding empty and c[Am]old.
Open your [F]mouth if you v[G]oice can never be so[Am]ld.    [E]

Burn the[Am] brid[F]ge d[G]ow[Am]n.
Take th[Am]e long r[F]oad into[G] town.
Where al[Am]l the[F] bas[G]ta[Am]rds
and all[Am] the wit[F]ches mar[G]k their ground.

Open your [F]eyes, you are st[G]anding empty and c[Am]old.
Open your [F]mouth if you v[G]oice can never be so[Am]ld.    [E]

I only [C]know that hearts made of s[G]tone
Will rarely sail [F]far and may never reach [Am]home. [E]
So is a [C]cost to live dead and l[G]ost
Searching the s[F]tars to find which is [Am]ours. [E]

Well in th[Am]e cor[F]ners[G]  [Am]
where all the [Am]lost sou[F]ls have [G]been found
Lies a[Am] purp[F]ose [G]   [Am]
before yoursel[Am]f dead i[F]n the gr[G]ound.

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