F Am Here shall we live in this terrible townF Am Where the price for our eyes shall squeeze them tight like a fistF Am And the walls shall have eyes and the doors shall have earsF Am But we'll dance in the dark and they'll play with our livesDm F Like a Slow Burn leading us on and on and onDm F Like a Slow Burn turning us round and round and roundBb Gm But who are we so small in times such as theseF Am Slow BurnF Am Slow BurnG O: F Am F AmF Am Oh, these are the days these are the strangest of allF Am These are the nights these are the darkest to fallF Am But who knows echoes in tenement hallsF Am Who knows though the years snare them allDm F Like a Slow Burn leading us on and on and onDm F Like a Slow Burn turning us round and round and upside downBb Gm There's fear over there there's fear over groundF Am Slow BurnF Am Slow BurnDm F Like a Slow Burn leading us on and on and onDm F Like a Slow Burn turning us round and round and roundBb Gm And here are we at the center of it allF Am Slow BurnF Am Slow BurnF Am Slow Burn
Slow Burn
David Bowie
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