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Intro: F#m7 – Bm(add C#) – F#msus2sus4 – Bm(add C#) F#m7 Bm(add C#) C#m7 Bored of the life in the city of gold
He'd lC#m7eft and let nF#m7obody kBnow F#m7 Bm(add C#) C#m7 Gone were the towers he had known from a child AloC#m7ne with the dF#m7ream of a lBife He trDbavelled the wGbide open rAb7oad The blinkered arFmcade In search of anAbother to sGbhare in his Fmlife Ab7/Eb Bb/D Db No - whe - re Ebm Gb/Db Ab/C Ab Everyone looked so strange to him
They've Ebm7got no horns and they've got no tail They Abm7don't even know of our existence Am I wEbm7rong to believe in a city of gold That liAbm7es in the deep distance, he cried
And wept as they led him away to a cage "Beast that can talk", read the sign The creatures they pushed and they prodded his frame And questioned his story again But soon they grew bored of their prey Beast that can talk ? More like a freak or publicity stunt Oh, no They've got no horns and they've got no tail They don't even know of our existence Am I wrong to believe in a city of gold That lies in the deep distance, he cried Eb Gb/Db And broke down the door of the cage and marched on out
He grAb7abbed a creature by the scruff of his neck, pointing oDbut F BbThere, beyond the F6bounds of yoEb6ur weak imagiBbnation BbLie the noble tF6owers of my cEb6ity, bright and goF/Cld Eb/GLet Fme tGake you there and sD7sus4how you a living stCory Eb Bb/DLet me show you Dbothers such as Ebme Abm7 Abm7/Db Why did I ever leave ?
They've got no horns and they've got no tail They don't even know of our existence Am I wrong to believe in a city of gold That lies in the deep distance, he cried And wept And so we set out with the beast and his horns And his crazy description of home After many days journey we came to a peak Where the beast gazed abroad and cried out We followed his gaze and we thought maybe we saw A spire of gold - no, a trick of the eye that's all But the beast was gone and a voice was heard They've got no horns and they've got no tail They don't even know of our existence Am I wrong to believe in a city of gold That lies in the deep distance, he cried F#m7 - Bm(add C#) - F#msus4sus2 - Bm(add C#) Hello friend, welcome home