My Brother Works For The Cia Cifras

CAPO 4
 
[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
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Im still looking out your window,  your shady tones of home. 
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Where dusty memories echo down like rain.
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And the years grow ever longer, the days go flying by,
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but I cant wait til you and I are finally home again.
 
[Chorus]
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Well there aint no easy answers when the circus is in town,  
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troubled juries hang each other dead. 
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And the TVs filled with poets, who only write in rhyme, 
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and my brother works for the CIA when hes not doing time.
 
[Verse 2]
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When comfort comforts no one, surrounded by your name
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there is no one that I can talk to now.
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And this town is a painting, and I am but a dream, 
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so come live me outside the lonely fields of midnight may
 
[Chorus]
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Well there aint no easy answers when the circus is in town,  
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troubled juries hang each other dead. 
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And the TVs filled with poets, who only write in rhyme, 
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and my brother works for the CIA when hes not doing time.
 
[Verse 3]
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And when the nighttime tricks me to believin I’m the same, 
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as every barstool in this god damn place. 
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You come put your arms around me, slowly say my name. 
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So come live with me outside the lonely fields of midnight may 
 
[Chorus]
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Well there aint no easy answers when the circus is in town,  
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troubled juries hang each other dead. 
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And the TVs filled with poets, who only write in rhyme, 
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and my brother works for the CIA when hes not doing time.
 
[Chorus]
            F            C                G            C
Well there aint no easy answers when the circus is in town,  
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troubled juries hang each other dead. 
         F                C          F             C
And the TVs filled with poets, who only write in rhyme, 
         F                    C        G             C
and my brother works for the CIA when hes not doing time.
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