Fitzcarraldo - The Frames

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1.

F#mD

Here, back, down a long and straight track.

F#mD

I have chose the long road, that leads me to god knows.

F#mD

So I can't stop right now.

2.

Even the good stars can fall from grace and falter,

lose their faith and slide.

But I can't get an ocean that's deep enough.

Ref.

ABmC#mD

For my day, it's the first of the ascension.

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It's a sad way we've flown before the storm.

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And her last words were 'I'm always thinking of you'.

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In my golden days I was a slave.

3.

Well now it's time for to sound your voice

and capture what your after.

My ship was sold right up the river.

Ref2

ABm

But I'm not going down here,

C#mD

this journey isn't over.

ABmC#mD

It's a long way to the house of Fitzcarraldo.

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And her last words were 'I'm always thinking of you'.

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In my golden days I was a saint.

Brd

ABmC#mD

Even the good stars can fall from grace and falter,

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like lapdogs that stride that mystery.

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And her last words were 'I'll see you down in history,

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it's the only way that we can go'.

Out

F#m

I shall eclipse you.

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