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              F         Gm
Saw the city hall in flames
               Eb                       Gm
I suppose it doesn't do as much these days
                 F        Gm
You put on your coat and smile
                  Eb                 Gm
Saddest one I've seen for a country mile
                     F           Gm
Brought it down the road, Quicksmart
                       Eb                    Gm
There's always fuckin' rain and it's always dark
                       F           Gm
When you were at the gate soaked through
                  Eb              Gm
Let's not say a word if it isn't true

     F  Gm
Bloomsday
     Eb  Gm
Bloomsday
     F   Gm
Bloomsday
     F   Gm
Bloomsday

                  F          Gm
Cordoned off the rest, too young
                 Eb             Gm
Looking for a thing no do-er's done
                   F       Gm
We won't find it here my love
                      Eb                           Gm
Drinking with the tourists and fighting in front of them
            F
Oh, to be young
        Gm
Once more
                 Eb                   Gm
I know all the lines lived it all before
                       F             Gm
When you were at the gate soaked through
              Eb               Gm
Never said a word that wasn't true

      F   Gm
Bloomsday
      Eb  Gm
Bloomsday
      F   Gm
Bloomsday
      Eb  Gm
Bloomsday

       F  Gm
Bloomsday
       Eb Gm
Bloomsday
       F  Gm
Bloomsday
       Eb  Gm
Bloomsday