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SLOW BURN by D.

Bowie

F Am
Here shall we live in this- terrible town
F Am
Where the price- for our eyes shall squeeze them- tight like a fist
F F
And the- walls shall have eyes and the -doors shall have ears
F Am
But we'll- dance in the dark and they'll -play with our lives
Dm Am
Like a -Slow Burn leading us -on and on and on
Dm Am
Like a -Slow Burn turning us -round and round and round
Bb Gm
But who are we so small in -times such as these

F Am
Slow -Burn
F Am
Slow -Burn

F Am F Am
F Am
Oh, -these are the days these are the -strangest of all
F Am
These are the nights these are the -darkest to fall
F Am
But -who knows echoes in -tenement halls
F Am
Who knows though the -years snare them all
Dm F
Like a -Slow Burn leading us -on and on and on
Dm F
Like a -Slow Burn turning us -round and round and upside down
Bb Gm
There's -fear over there there's -fear over ground
F Am
Slow -Burn
F Am
Slow -Burn
Dm F
Like a -Slow Burn leading us -on and on and on
Dm F
Like a -Slow Burn turning us -round and round and round
Bb Gm
And -here are we at the -center of it all
F Am
Slow -Burn
F Am
Slow -Burn
F Am
Slow -Burn

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