Chamberlain Waits

Intro
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Verse goes like this:

Am
I've been awake for hours, as I watch a
F
Sunrise come over nothing, while
Am
Outside the cars start racing, searching for
F
Something that we could never seem to find or afford.

(Play Intro riff again)

(2nd verse is the same, except also play G chord at the end)

Chorus:
      C
Chamberlain's waiting down at the bottom of the
Am
city of hell, or heaven itself, as the
F                                                G
whistle she sings, my hands building weapons for kings.
        C
While somebody's drinking my last rations of
Am
Victory gin, I'm sober as sin, as my
F                                             G
hands start to shake, I fill with post-modern debates,
While Chamberlain's waiting!

Solo:
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C                         F            C                         F
Build our mistakes to the clouds, then blame us for dreaming out loud.