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[F#]In Orient where wise I was to [G#]please the way I live.
Come [G#m7]give the beggar chance at hand his life is on his [F#]lip.
Three score a thousand times where [G#]once in Amazon.
Where [G#m7]El Dorado holds the key no keeper holds my [F#]hand.
CHORUS:
Un[Bbm7]chain the gate of [Ebm]solitude, the ruler says you [F#/C#]run.
Run hard unto the [Ab/C]scaffold high [D7]- your chance to[F#/C#] - jump the gun.[C#]
[F#]Oh, how high the scaffold grows - the [C#7]plant life of your [F#]widow.
In black lace curtains brought you near from [C#7]out the plate glass [F#]window.
[F#]Oh, how high the scaffold grows - the [C#7]plant life of your [F#]widow.
In black lace curtains brought you near from [C#7]out the plate glass [F#]window.
[F#]The Minotaur with bloody hands is [G#]- enraged by the sun.
[G#m7]Caged he by the corpses brought forth by the [F#]dawn.
In Orient is as I told the b[G#]uckshee hangman swears.
For [G#m7]open crypts to silence nylon knots to sway by [F#]prayer.
[F#]In Orient where wise I was to [G#]please the way I live.
Come [G#m7]give the beggar chance at hand - his life is on his [F#]lip.
[F#]In Orient where wise I was to [G#]please the way I live.
Come [G#m7]give the beggar chance at hand his life is on his [F#]lip.
Three score a thousand times where [G#]once in Amazon.
Where [G#m7]El Dorado holds the key no keeper holds my [F#]hand.
CHORUS:
Un[Bbm7]chain the gate of [Ebm]solitude, the ruler says you [F#/C#]run.
Run hard unto the [Ab/C]scaffold high [D7]- your chance to[F#/C#] - jump the gun.[C#]
[F#]Oh, how high the scaffold grows - the [C#7]plant life of your [F#]widow.
In black lace curtains brought you near from [C#7]out the plate glass [F#]window.
[F#]Oh, how high the scaffold grows - the [C#7]plant life of your [F#]widow.
In black lace curtains brought you near from [C#7]out the plate glass [F#]window.
[F#]The Minotaur with bloody hands is [G#]- enraged by the sun.
[G#m7]Caged he by the corpses brought forth by the [F#]dawn.
In Orient is as I told the b[G#]uckshee hangman swears.
For [G#m7]open crypts to silence nylon knots to sway by [F#]prayer.
[F#]In Orient where wise I was to [G#]please the way I live.
Come [G#m7]give the beggar chance at hand - his life is on his [F#]lip.
