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Pride Parade

Don McLean
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Strum
D-DU-UDU
 2x
 It started out quite simply, as complex things can do;
 A set of sad transparencies 'til no one could see through,
But  least of  all the one inside, behind the iron glass;
 A  prisonor  of all your dreams that never come to pass.
Alone  you  stand corrupted by the vision that you sought,
And  blinded  by your hunger all your apetites are bought,
But  in  spite  of what becomes of you, your image will remain;
A  reminder  of your constant loss, a symbol of your gain.
 And your friends  are together,
 Where the people  are all gathered,
 All along the road you travelled  all your days.
 2x
 And soon you have succumbed to what the others all believe,
 And though the lie affects them still it's you that they decieve,
And  all at  once you're lost within the emptieness of you,
And  there's  no one left who's near enough to tell you what to do.
You're left  with nothing but your self-potential in the dark,
Like  tinder  resting on a rock, protected from the spark,
But  your  fire just consumes you, you alone can feel the pain,
And  you  stand  in all your glory and you know you can't complain.
 2x
 But you are surely just as evil as the worst my tongue can tell,
 For you'll never face my heaven and I'll not endure your hell.
You  have  lost  your chance to mingle with your constant quiet lies;
Deceptions  hidden with your lips, but spoken with your eyes.
For  I  know  you for what you are not for that's really all you are.
And  your  talents of a minor order seem to stretch too far.
And  we  both  know that this masquerade can't carry on too long.
You're deep  inside the Pride Parade, but where do you belong?

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Readable chord sheet for Pride Parade by Don McLean

2x [Am] [G] [F] [E]
It started out quite simply, as complex things can do;
A set of sad transparencies 'til no one could see through,

[Dm]But[C] l[Dm]eas[F]t [G]of all the one inside, behind the iron glass;
A[Am] pr[G]is[F]on[G]or of all your dreams that never come to pass.

[C]Al[Am]one[F] y[G]ou[C] stand corrupted by the vision that you sought,
[Am]And[Em] bl[F]in[G]ded by your hunger all your apetites are bought,

[Am]But[Em] in[F] s[G]pite of what becomes of you, your image will remain;
[Am]A r[G]em[F]in[E]de[Am]r of your constant loss, a symbol of your gain.

And your fr[D]iends are to[Am]gether,
Where the p[Dm]eople are all [Am]gathered,
All along the road you t[G]ravelled all your d[Am]ays.

2x [Am] [G] [F] [E]
And soon you have succumbed to what the others all believe,
And though the lie affects them still it's you that they decieve,

[Dm]And[C] a[Dm]ll [F]at[G] once you're lost within the emptieness of you,
[Am]And[G] t[F]he[G]re's no one left who's near enough to tell you what to do.

[C]Yo[Am]u'r[F]e [G]le[C]ft with nothing but your self-potential in the dark,
[Am]Lik[Em]e t[F]in[G]der resting on a rock, protected from the spark,

[Am]But[Em] yo[F]ur[G] fire just consumes you, you alone can feel the pain,
[Am]And[G] y[F]ou[E] s[Am]tand in all your glory and you know you can't complain.

2x [Am] [G] [F] [E]
But you are surely just as evil as the worst my tongue can tell,
For you'll never face my heaven and I'll not endure your hell.

[Dm]You[C] h[Dm]ave[F] l[G]ost your chance to mingle with your constant quiet lies;
[Am]Dec[G]ep[F]ti[G]ons hidden with your lips, but spoken with your eyes.

[C]Fo[Am]r I[F] k[G]no[C]w you for what you are not for that's really all you are.
[Am]And[Em] yo[F]ur[G] talents of a minor order seem to stretch too far.

[Am]And[Em] we[F] b[G]oth know that this masquerade can't carry on too long.
[Am]You[G]'r[F]e [E]de[Am]ep inside the Pride Parade, but where do you belong?

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