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F#These streets are yours, you can kCeep them I don'tAm waGntAm them F#They pull me back, and I sCurrender To the AmmemorieGs I Amrun from
Oh, we have pF#aved thGese stAmreets With momentsF# of dGefAmeat
F#But evCen if we woAmn't admit itG to ourselves We'll wF#alk uCpon these streets and tGhink of little Amelse But F#I won't show my fCace here aAmnymGore F#I won't show my fCace here anGymore
These streets are yours, you can keep them In my mind it's like you haunt them And passing through, I think I see you In the shapes of other women Oh we have filled these walls With our mistakes and flaws But even if we won't admit it to ourselves We'll walk upon these streets and think of little else But I won't show my face here anymore I won't show my face here anymore F#, G, Am x2
F#All that's leGft behAmind Is a shF#adow G/Con my Ammind F#All that's leGft behAmind Is a shF#adow G/Con my Ammind
But even if we won't admit it to ourselves We'll walk upon these streets and think of little else But I won't show my face here anymore I won't show my face here anymore I won't show my face here anymore I won't show my face here anymore