Chord/Tab song: This Is London

Chords
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Intro

[G] [G(F#)]

This is [G]London, [G(F#)]the place where you're a [G]god or a [G(F#)]disgrace

The whole wide [G]world at your [G(F#)]feet to see the [G]look upon your [G(F#)]face

And you [C]watch the BB[G]C and you think, "Well, [C]what if that was [G]me?"

Such a p[C]romising [G]life to [C]waste.[C]


You [G]told me, "[G(F#)]Just be brave. Remember [G]all the gifts you [G(F#)]gave.

And how you [G]felt like you were [G(F#)]saved,

Like you were [G]singing from beyond the [G(F#)]grave."

And you [C]said you'd wait for[G] me until the day [C]I could sing on [G]key

"There's just [C]something [G]about your [C]face."


Then you'd [C]call, I could [G]feel your body [D]fall down next to [C]me,

And I [G]wanted us to [D]be fast [C]asleep[G], closer than [C]anything to [G]me,

Like [C]we were [G]home [C]again...[C]


There was [G]just no way to [G(F#)]know what was [G]real and what was [G(F#)]show

A future u[G]nfolding before my [G(F#)]eyes, and a past that [G]I could not let [G(F#)]go

And how the [C]feeling is so [G]deep
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when you're running [C]down the London [G]streets

Like there's [C]nowhere [G]left to [C]go.[C]


Among the [G]faceless dizzy [G(F#)]whores, the uni[G]maginable [G(F#)]bores,

Evenings [G]stumbling from the [G(F#)]pub, mornings [G]shivering on the [G(F#)]floor

Then the [C]careless way you [G]say, "Yeah, we were just [C]glad we got to [G]play."

When you're [C]empty [G]to the [C]core.


Then you'd [C]call, I could [G]feel your [D]body fall down next to [C]me,

And I [G]wanted us to [D]be fast [C]asleep,[G] closer than a[C]nything to [G]me,

Like [C]we were [G]home [C]again.[C]

I'm so tired of the rain.[G]

This is [G]London, the[G(F#)] place where you get [G]lost without a [G(F#)]trace

Among the [G]beautiful r[G(F#)]emains of this [G]shattered human [G(F#)]race

All the [C]words that go [G]unsaid, all the [C]sacrifices of the[G] dead,

"We'll fall q[C]uietly into the [G]past or we'll just [C]burn the streets [G]instead"

In the [C]clamoring of the [G]crowd, you think, [C]"I'll just stay quiet, instea[G]d."


All the [C]fallen d[G]izzy angels c[D]rawling through the [C]street,

The p[G]leas of people w[D]eary on their f[C]eet,

[G] And you're half a [C]world away from[G] me,

As the [C]clouds [G]drown the [C]light.

I wonder where you are [G]tonight.