Invisible City

>[E] Looking back at the crash site,  [Asus2]
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>[E] I don't see me by the road side.[Asus2]
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>[E] Well this heart is on wheels toni[Ab]ght,
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>[C#m] Straight through the ghettos [C#m7]and without    [A]
> lights.
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>[E] Now every heart has a blind side,   [Asus2]
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>[E] Where he learns how to improvise.      [Asus2]
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>[E] Well this place is a whorehouse[Ab] tonight,
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>[C#m] Cheaper lo[C#m7]vers make expen[A]sive wives--
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>[C#m]                         [E]                                    [B]
>[Ab] --But all of these horses that you chase
> around,
>
>[C#m] In the en[C#m7]d they [F#]are the ones [F#m]that always
> bring you
>
>[B] down.
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> This invisible city, Where no one sees nothing.
> Where touching faces--In the dark.
> Feeling pretty is so hard.
> Now all of these voices,
> And all of these noises.
> With all of their illusions of choices,
> They've come to my door with one dozen roses.
> The imitation of good thief,
> Is how you stumble upon hate.
> It may of been the first of mistakes,
> When we held on to listening that opened the gates--
>
> --Now all of these horses that you chase around,
> In the end they are the ones that always bring you
> down.
>
> This invisible city, where no one sees nothing.
> Where touching faces--In the dark.
> Feeling pretty is so hard.
> Now I try not to tell lies,
> But there's pressures from inside.
> So I've learned how to compromise,
> Good people for alibis--
>
> --But all of these horses that you chase around,
> In the end they are the ones that always bring you
> down.
>
> This invisible city, where no one sees nothing.
> Where touching faces--In the dark.
> Feeling pretty is so hard.