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Lone Gunman

Social Siberia
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 The road,  little friend  strip-searched our faith,
 and broke our bones.
 It's hard to lock it up,  when it's hurting over and  over,
 and heals once again.
 In broken homes,you're serial numbered, same  kind of house.
 They're all the same kind  adoring  the streets,
 but they need  the same cover because they play the same cards.
 But the sun  is set for now, sacred blood hangs around your neck.
Sincerely  written notes  to ode your quest.
 The sundance kid has blessed your path,
 sons of villians  hail your sins,
 the sincerity  will be written  in the stars.
 It's a short  way to hell,
 the siren  is gone.
 It's a quick  breath to take,
 but thick  air to breath.
 In the night  when no one  is around, playing  with your feelings
 like they didn't know it was there.
 I know I must  get back to under wide  wings,
 it's time to sober up and pray for cold winds.
 In broken homes,you're serial numbered, same  kind of house.
 They're all the same kind  adoring  the streets,
 but they need  the same cover because they play the same cards.
 But the sun  is set for now, sacred blood hangs around your neck,
sincerely  written notes  to ode your quest.
 The sundance kid has blessed your path,
 sons of villians  hail your sins,
 the sincerity  will be written  in the stars.
 It's a short  way to hell
 The siren  is gone
 It's a quick  breath to take
 but thick  air to breath

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Readable chord sheet for Lone Gunman by Social Siberia

The [Em]road, little [G]friend strip-[C]searched [C/B]our [Asus7]faith,
[Em]    and broke our bones.
It's hard to lock it [G]up, when it's [C]hurting [C/B]over [Asus7]and over,
[Em]    and heals once again.
In broken [G]homes,you[C]'re [C/B]serial [Asus7]numbered, [Em]same kind of house.
They're all the same [G]kind a[C]do[C/B]ring the [Asus7]streets,
but they [Em]need the same cover because they play the same cards.

But the [Am]sun is set for now, sacred blood hangs around your neck.
[G]Sincerely written [D]notes to ode your [Am]quest.

The sundance kid has blessed your path,
sons of [C]villians hail your sins,
the [G]sincerity will be [D]written in the [Am]stars.

It's a [G]short way to [Em]hell,
the [D]siren is [C]gone.
It's a [G]quick breath to [Em]take,
but [D]thick air to [C]breath.

In the [Em]night when no [G]one is [C]aro[C/B]und, [Asus7]playing with your [Em]feelings

like they didn't know it was there.
I know I [G]must get [C]back [C/B]to  [Asus7]under [Em]wide wings,

it's time to sober up and pray for cold winds.
In broken [G]homes,you[C]'re [C/B]serial [Asus7]numbered, [Em]same kind of house.
They're all the same [G]kind a[C]do[C/B]ring the [Asus7]streets,
but they [Em]need the same cover because they play the same cards.

But the [Am]sun is set for now, sacred blood hangs around your neck,
[G]sincerely written [D]notes to ode your [Am]quest.

The sundance kid has blessed your path,
sons of [C]villians hail your sins,
the [G]sincerity will be [D]written in the [Am]stars.

It's a [G]short way to [Em]hell
The [D]siren is [C]gone
It's a [G]quick breath to [Em]take
but [D]thick air to [C]breath

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