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The Chamber Of 32 Doors

Genesis
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Strum
D-DU-UDU
/  ]- 2x
At the  top of the stairs, there's hundreds of people,
running  around to all the doors.
They  try to find, find themselves an audience;
their  deductions need applause.
The rich  man stands in front  of me,
The  poor  man behind my back.
They  believe they can control  the game,
but  the juggler holds  another pack.
I  need  someone to believe in, someone to trust.
I  need  someone to believe in, someone to trust.
I'd  rather trust a countryman  than a townman,
You  can judge  by his eyes, take a look if you can,
 He'll smile through his guard,
 Survi- val trains hard.
I'd  rather trust a man  who works with his hands,
He  looks at you once,  you know he understands,
 Don't need a- ny shield,
 When you're out in the field.
 But down here,
 I'm so alone  with my fear,
 With everything  that I hear.
 And every single door
 That I've walked through
Brings  me back,  back  here again,
 I've got to find  my own way.
The  priest and the magician,
Singing  all the chants that they have ever heard;
and  they're all calling out my name,
Even  academics, searching printed word.
My  father  to the left of  me,
My  mother  to the right,
Like  everyone else they're pointing
But  nowhere feels quite right.
I  need  someone to believe in, someone to trust.
I  need  someone to believe in, someone to trust.
I'd  rather trust a man  who doesn't shout what he's found,
There's  no need to sell  if you're homeward bound.
 If I choose a side,
 He won't take me for  a ride.
Back inside
 This chamber of so  many doors;
 I've nowhere, nowhere  to hide.
 I'd give  you all  of my dreams
 If you'd help me,
 Find a door
 That doesn't  lead me  back  again
-  take  me away.
 END.

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Readable chord sheet for The Chamber Of 32 Doors by Genesis

[F#m] [A]    [B]    [C#m]     [Abm] [Eb]

[C#m]  [Abm]/[Eb]   ]- 2x

[C#m]  [B]    [C#m] [E]

[Abm]      [B]     [C#m]

[Abm] [Eb]   [F#] [C#]

[Ab]At [Eb]the top of the stairs, there's hundreds of people,
[C#m]runn[E]ing around to all the doors.
[Ab]The[Eb]y try to find, find themselves an audience;
[C#m]thei[E]r deductions need applause.

[C#m]The [E]rich man stands in [Ab]fro[Eb]nt of me,
[Abdim]The po[D]or man behind my [C#]back.
[C#m]They believe they can c[F#m]ontr[A]ol the game,
[Ab]but the juggler [C#sus4]holds another p[C#]ack.

[F#m7]I nee[C#]d someone to believe in, someone to [C#]trust.
[F#m7]I nee[C#]d someone to believe in, someone to [C#]trust.

[Abm7]I'd rather trust a [F#]countryman than a [C#]townman,
[Abm7]You can j[F#]udge by his eyes, take a look if you [C#]can,
He'll [C#]smile [C#]thr[F#]ough [C#]his [Ab]guard,
Su[C#]rvi- [C#]val[F#]   [C#]trains [Ab]hard.
[Abm7]I'd rather trust a [F#]man who works with his [C#]hands,
[Abm7]He looks at you onc[F#]e, you know he understa[C#]nds,
Don't [C#]need [C#]a- [F#]   [C#]ny [Ab]shield,
When you're [C#]out [C#]in [F#]   [C#]the [Ab]field.

But [C#m]down   [Abm]here[Eb],
I'm so [C#m]alone with my [Abm]fear[Eb],
With every[C#m]thing that I [Abm]hear[Eb].
And [C#m]every [B/D#]single [C#m]door[E]

That I've walked through

[Abm]Brings me [B]back, ba[C#m]ck here [Abm]agai[Eb]n,
I've got to [F#]fin[C#]d my own [Ab]way[Eb].

[Ab]The[Eb] priest and the magician,
[C#m]Sing[E]ing all the chants that they have ever heard;
[Ab]and[Eb] they're all calling out my name,
[C#m]Even[E] academics, searching printed word.

[C#m]My f[E]ather to the left o[Ab]f m[Eb]e,
[Abdim]My mot[D]her to the right,[C#]
[C#m]Like everyone else they[F#m]'re [A]pointing
[Ab]But nowhere feels quite [C#sus4]right.    [C#]

[F#m7]I nee[C#]d someone to believe in, someone to [C#]trust.
[F#m7]I nee[C#]d someone to believe in, someone to [C#]trust.

[Abm7]I'd rather trust a [F#]man who doesn't shout what he's [C#]found,
[Abm7]There's no need to [F#]sell if you're homeward [C#]bound.
If [C#]I     [C#]cho[F#]ose [C#]a    [Ab]side,
He won't [C#]take [C#]me [F#]   [C#]for a [Ab]ride.

[C#m]Back [Abm]insi[Eb]de
This chamber of [C#m]so many [Abm]door[Eb]s;
I've nowhere, [C#m]nowhere to [Abm]hide[Eb].
I'd [C#m]give you [B/D#]all of my [C#m]drea[E]ms

If you'd help me,

Find a d[Abm]oor
That [B]doesn't lead [C#m]me ba[Abm]ck a[Eb]gain
[F#]- t[C#]ake me a[Ab]way[Eb].

END.

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