Invisible City

(início)

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