Marcy Playground — The Shadow Of Seattle Tab

marcy playground
the shadow of seattle
album: marcy playground
submitted by m. burgess


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      riff 1           riff 2

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F#  A,  F#  A,  F#  A,  F#  A,

F#  A 
Rain, 
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    Like tin angels falling down
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    Like a mission and we're halfway there
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    From some old dried up fried forgotten town

F# A
Why
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    Won't they let us be ourselves
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    With our potential we could toe the line
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    And show the bastards up with our divine 
    C      F#*  C     F#*  C    F#*  C   (riff 1)
    Light!      Light!    Light!   Light!

F#  A
Seize
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    All the records from the past
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    Hold for ransom all the artifacts
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    This ragged town protects them to the last
         C    F#*  C    F#*  C    F#* C    (riff 1)
    With lies!     lies!     lies!    lies!
 
F#  E    A   G   F#  E   A   G    F# E A G  F# (riff 2) (riff 2)
See them running heading homeward to Seattle

F#  A
Deem
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    All the liars in your tribe
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    To be the fires on the western side
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     Of some old front we call the war of art
F#   A
Rain,
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    Like tin angels falling down
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    Like a mission and we're halfway there  
         F#                     A         F#    A
    From some old dried up fried forgotten town  
         F#                     A         F#    A
    From some old dried up fried forgotten town
       F#                     A            
    To some old dried up fried forgotten
   F 
    Town

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