Perfect Cifras

[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
       E              A
It's a chilly English winter
    B                 A            E     A B
And solitude is never easy to maintain
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Except when it rains
     E             A             B        A
So I hang an empty smile beneath my empty eyes
       E          A     B A
And go out for a walk
    E            A           B              A
The wet morning sun reflects off the paving-stones
        E          A          B         A
While a little dog barks its head off
        E         A B A
In the distance
 
 
[Chorus]
E            A       B A E
  Oh, what a perfect day
   A      B      A     E
To think about myself
            A      B              A     E
My feet are firmly screwed to the floor
      A          B                A       E
What is there to fear from such a regular world?
           A       B A E
Oh, what a perfect day
   A      B      A     E
To think about myself
            A      B              A     E
My feet are firmly screwed to the floor
      A          B                A       E      A B A
What is there to fear from such a regular world?
 
 
[Verse 2]
E             A
Passing by a cemetery
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I think of all the little hopes and dreams
         E             A     B             E    A   B A
That lie lifeless and unfullfilled beneath the soil
         E       A             B         A
I see an old man fingering his perishing flesh
            E              A          B         A
He tells himself he was a good man and did good things
  E            A        B            A
Amused and confused by life's little ironies
    E            A         B       A    E     A B A
He swallows his bottle of distilled damnation
 
 
[Verse 3]
E            A           B        A
People turn around with unseeing eyes
        E            A             B         A
They're looking for something that doesn't exist
    E              A             B        A
The world you once knew is being eaten up by rust
E                       A          B                 A
No-one has time for the past, but still, in God they trust
    E         A             B          A
The future is now, but it's all going wrong
E                A                   B               A
Bodies good for nothing, but it's to nothing they belong
E                A           B         A
People say their prayers and some work hard
       E                  A              B              A     E
If you give them all your money, they'll give you their hearts
      A          B           A      E   A B
This town ain't going like a ghost town
      A         E      A B A
It's going like hell....
 
 
[Chorus]
E            A       B A E
  Oh, what a perfect day
   A      B      A     E
To think about myself
            A      B              A     E
My feet are firmly screwed to the floor
      A          B                A       E
What is there to fear from such a regular world?
E            A       B A E
  Oh, what a perfect day
   A      B      A     E
To think about myself
            A      B              A     E
My feet are firmly screwed to the floor
      A          B                A       E
What is there to fear from such a regular world?
E            A       B A E
  Oh, what a perfect day
   A      B      A     E
To think about myself
            A      B              A     E
My feet are firmly screwed to the floor
      A          B                A       E
What is there to fear from such a regular world?
E            A       B A E
  Oh, what a perfect day
   A      B      A     E
To think about myself
            A      B              A     E
My feet are firmly screwed to the floor
      A          B                A       E
What is there to fear from such a regular world?
E            A       B A E
  Oh, what a perfect day
   A      B      A     E
To think about myself
            A      B              A     E
My feet are firmly screwed to the floor
      A          B                A       E
What is there to fear from such a regular world?
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