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From Macauley Station

Lucksmiths
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Chords in this song

Strum
D-DU-UDU
I know  by now
 That no-one cheers  up when told  to
 That it's more  the arms
 That hold  you
 Than whatever  words are said
Of course  I know
 But you can't  blame me  for trying
 I could hardly hear  you crying
 For the traffic  overhead
There  will come  a time
 When there  will come  a train
 To take us somewhere else
You figured out
 You needn't break  a promise
 For it  to be  dishonest
 For you  to be undone
But spare  yourself
 The self-recriminations
 And summon all  your patience
 For the summer  still to  come
 'Cause there  will come  a time
 When there  will come  a train
 To take us somewhere else
 Far away  from the factory shells
 And the shades of grey
 From the pools of piss
 And the broken glass
 Underneath  the overpass
 From the rush-hour roar
 And the nagging rain
 There will come a time
 There will come a train
 There will come a time
 There will come a train
 There will come a time
 There will come a train....

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Readable chord sheet for From Macauley Station by Lucksmiths

[Eb]I  [Ab]know by [Bb]now
That [Gm]no-one [Bb]cheers up when [Cm]told to
That it's [Eb]more the [Bb]arms
That [Cm]hold you
Than what[Ab]ever words are [Bb]said

[Eb]Of [Ab]course I [Bb]know
But you [Gm]can't blame [Bb]me for [Cm]trying
I could [Eb]hardly [Bb]hear you [Cm]crying
For the [Ab]traffic over[Bb]head

[Fm]There will [Eb]come a [Ab]time
When [Fm]there will [Eb]come a [Ab]train
To take us somewhere [Eb]else

[Eb]You [Ab]figured [Bb]out
You [Gm]needn't [Bb]break a [Cm]promise
For [Eb]it to [Bb]be dis[Cm]honest
For [Ab]you to be un[Bb]done

[Eb]But [Ab]spare your[Bb]self
The [Gm]self-re[Bb]crimi[Cm]nations
And [Eb]summon [Bb]all your [Cm]patience
For the [Ab]summer still [Bb]to come

'Cause [Fm]there will [Eb]come a [Ab]time
When [Fm]there will [Eb]come a [Ab]train
To take us somewhere [Eb]else
Far a[Bb]way from the factory [Gm]shells
And the shades of [Cm]grey
From the pools of [Eb]piss
And the broken [Bb]glass
Under[Gm]neath the over[Cm]pass
From the rush-hour [Eb]roar
And the nagging [Bb]rain
There will come a [Gm]time
There will come a [Cm]train
There will come a [Eb]time
There will come a [Bb]train
There will come a [Gm]time
There will come a [Eb]train....

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