Emptily Through Holloway

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Tom:
E A B [Verse]
E Cancel the car to number ten
A B Such a thick fog rolling in
E I played my cards on unreal glass
A B I left the party next to last [Chorus]
E A B Friday night to Sunday morning, I go on
E A B I don't know if I am really here at all
E A B Monday down to Friday night, I work all day
E A B Move emptily, so emptily through Holloway
E A B E A B [Verse]
E Forget my face, I won't be back
A B I hear your friends have turned their backs
E When summer comes where Rose Street winds
A B The longing makes you close your eyes [Verse]
E It's unreal, so unreal
A B To walk along these streets
E It's unreal, so unreal
A B To close your eyes and breathe [Chorus]
E A B Friday night to Sunday morning, I go on
E A B I don't know if I am really here at all
E A B Monday down to Friday night, I work all day
E A B Move emptily, so emptily through Holloway
E A B E A B [Bridge]
E A E when I left you at the Coronet this morning
E A B you said that your happiness was gone
E A E but the hum of voices somehow brings me back here
E A B though there's no happiness and there's no love [Verse]
E mid-afternoon Lincoln's Inn
A B terraces though crying wind
E before the night I disappear
A B what else can I do round here? [Chorus]
E A B Friday night to Sunday morning, I go on
E A B I don't know if I am really here at all
E A B Monday down to Friday night, I work all day
E A B Move emptily, so emptily through Holloway
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Composição: James Mark Hornsey, Alasdair Maclean e Mark Keen

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