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FORTY DAYS - Streetlight Manifesto
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Tabbed by: Troispistols, Québec, Canada
I've corrected the chords so that version is for me 100% Okay if you listen to the
acoustic version :
"Streetlight Manifesto - Forty Days (Acoustic Version) AP Show" easily found on YouTube.
INFO : Listen to the song to get the "C C7M/9/B Am G" correctly and you can skip the
G if you want.
Cm7/9/B = X-2-0-0-1-0
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CAPO 4th fret
Intro
Am G x3
C E
Verse
Am G
And it's been forty days
Am G
I've tried forty ways
Am G
You will never quite leave your sins behind
Am G Am
They'll haunt you, taunt you 'til the day you die
G Am
You will never really go
G Am
You'll just think about it much but you'll need to know
G Am
How the story ends, so you'll sit around,
G Am
Even though you should just go
G Am
Tell your friends what you have heard,
G Am
Show them all the lies unlearned
G Am G F G
And when you really go, you will really know you were never meant for earth
Am G
What's it worth?
F G Am
C _ G
If we're gonna break it down with any logic, it's absurd
F G Am C
F G Am Am
Chorus
F E C _ Cm7/9/B _ Am _ G
And no matter where we go, we are not alone
F E Am G
When the silence turns to cries of "Wh---y?"
F E C _ Cm7/9/B _ Am _ G
What a way to begin: we inherit sin
F E Am
And nobody's going to quench your thirst when the well runs dry
Dm
(Well runs dry)
Am E Am_G_Am
And nobody's going to hold your hand on the day you die
Intro
Verse
Am G Am G
I've tasted seven sins, so they won't let me in
Am G
I knock knock knock until my knuckles are bruised and raw
Am G Am
Stuck in the middle with my blood in a puddle on the floor
G Am G Am
We made our beds, we'll judge ourselves
G Am G F G
And only then and there will we disappear to our final resting place
Am G
What a waste!
F G Am C _ G
So many decent people at the gates
F G Am C
F G Am Am
Chorus
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