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Fitzcarraldo

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Strum
D-DU-UDU
Here,  back, down a long and  straight track
 I have chose the long  road -
 That leads me to god  knows
 So I can't stop right now
 Even the good  stars can fall from grace and  falter
 Lose their faith and slide
 But I can't get an ocean  that's deep enough
 for my day
 It's the first  of the ascension
 It's a sad way  we've  flown before the  storm
 And her last words  were 'I'm always  thinking of you'
 In my golden days  I was  a  slave
 Well now it's time  for to sound your voice
 And capture  what your after
My  ship was sold right up the river
 But I'm not going
down here
 This journey  isn't over
 It's a long way  to the house  of Fitzcarraldo
 And her last words  were 'I'm always  thinking of you'
 In my golden days  I was  a saint
 Even the good stars  can fall  from grace and falter
 Like lapdogs that stride that mystery
 And her last words  were 'I'll see  you down in history
 It's the only way  that we  can go
 I shall eclipse you
 It's a long way to Fitzcarraldo
 And I don't want to pray for you
 In the name of something true

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Readable chord sheet for Fitzcarraldo by Frames

[F#m]   [D] [Dsus2] [D]  [D]

[F#m]Here, back, down a long and[D] straight track
I have chose the [F#m]long road -
That leads me to [D]god knows
So I can't stop right [F#m]now

[F#m] [D]
Even the [F#m]good stars can fall from grace and[D] falter
Lose their faith and [F#m]slide
But I can't get an [D]ocean that's deep enough

for [A]my  [Bm]day
It's the [C#m]first of the ascen[D]sion
It's a [A]sad  [Bm]way we've[C#m] flown before the[D] storm
And her [A]last [Bm]words were 'I'm [C#m]always thinking of [D]you'
In my [A]gol[Bm]den [F#m]days I [D]was a[F#m] slave

[F#m] [D]
Well now it's [F#m]time for to sound your voice
And [D]capture what your after
[F#m]My ship was sold right up the [D]river

But I'm not going
[A]down [Bm]here
This [C#m]journey isn't o[D]ver
It's a [A]long [Bm]way to the [C#m]house of Fitzcarral[D]do
And her [A]last [Bm]words were 'I'm [C#m]always thinking of [D]you'
In my [A]gol[Bm]den [C#m]days I [D]was a [F#m]saint

[F#m] [D]
Even the [A]good  [Bm]stars can [C#m]fall from grace and [D]falter
Like lapdogs that stride that mystery
And her [A]last [Bm]words were 'I'll [C#m]see you down in histo[D]ry
It's the [A]on[Bm]ly  [C#m]way that [D]we can [F#m]go

I shall eclipse you

[F#m] [D]

It's a long way to Fitzcarraldo
And I don't want to pray for you
In the name of something true

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