David Bowie - Slow burn

^FHere shall we live in this ^Amterrible town Where the ^Fprice for our eyes shall squeeze them ^Amtight like a fist And the ^Fwalls shall have eyes and the ^Amdoors shall have ears But we'll ^Fdance in the dark and they'll ^Amplay with our lives

Like a ^DmSlow Burn leading us ^Amon and on and on Like a ^DmSlow Burn turning us ^Amround and round and round ^BbBut who are we so small in ^Gmtimes such as these Slow ^FBurn ^Am Slow ^FBurn ^Am

Oh, ^Fthese are the days these are the ^Amstrangest of all ^FThese are the nights these are the ^Amdarkest to fall But ^Fwho knows echoes in ^Amtenement halls ^FWho knows though the ^Amyears snare them all

Like a ^DmSlow Burn leading us ^Amon and on and on Like a ^DmSlow Burn turning us ^Amround and round and upside down There's ^Bbfear over there there's ^Gmfear over ground Slow ^FBurn ^Am Slow ^FBurn ^Am Like a ^DmSlow Burn leading us ^Amon and on and on Like a ^DmSlow Burn turning us ^Amround and round and round And ^Bbhere are we at the ^Gmcenter of it all Slow ^FBurn ^Am Slow ^FBurn ^Am Slow ^FBurn ^Am