Eleven Years
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Stevie said now don't look round they're watching us
Two girls in the corner of that dodgy club
And the grey eyes, the storm that I've come to know and wish for
Before I caught a breath
Well she was standing there
We walked the streets of our town just talking
And the dawn broke grey and freezing through the deserted blocks
Just when your life is stale and there's reason there for everything
Something comes to kick you up inside
Eleven sweet years and no nearer home
A hundred thousands miles through this battle zone
Still high on the wire above the hollow darkness
Trying not to look down...
No Rest for the wicked is still how it goes
Twisted up and turning my bed alone
And separation pains like a blunted amputation
Pushing endless coms in the telephone
Eleven sweet years and no nearer home...
So rest
In these open arms and cry
Until they come for you and tell
And tell me everything that you've ever felt
Tell me everything you want to see
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Forever running even when we are standing still
Driven on and fired up as the whirlwinds blow
And shouting out inside
I'm proud of you, I'm proud of you
Ten thousand footsteps echo down the Brixton Road
Eleven sweet years and no nearer home...
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Readable chord sheet for Eleven Years by New Model Army
|: [F] [G] S[F]tevie said now don't look round they're wat[G]ching us T[F]wo girls in the corner of th[G]at dodgy club A[F]nd the grey eyes, the storm that[G] I've come to know and wish for B[F]efore I caught a breath W[G]ell she was standing there W[F]e walked the streets of our town just[G] talking A[F]nd the dawn broke grey and freezing throug[F]h the deserted blocks J[F]ust when your life is stale and there[G]'s reason there for everything S[F]omething comes to kick you up in[G]side E[Dm]leven sweet y[C]ears and no ne[G]arer home A[Dm] hundred thousands [C]miles through this b[G]attle zone S[Dm]till high on [C]the wi[G]re above the hollo[G]w darkness T[F]rying not to [F]look down... No Rest for the wicked is still how it goes Twisted up and turning my bed alone And separation pains like a blunted amputation Pushing endless coms in the telephone Eleven sweet years and no nearer home... [Special] S[Bb]o rest [C]In these open arms and cr[Bb]y [C]Until they come for you an[Bb]d tell [Dm]And tell me everything that you've ev[C]er felt [C]Tell me everything you wa[G]nt to see |: [F] [G] Forever running even when we are standing still Driven on and fired up as the whirlwinds blow And shouting out inside I'm proud of you, I'm proud of you Ten thousand footsteps echo down the Brixton Road Eleven sweet years and no nearer home... --<>-- ? New Model Army. All rights reserved.