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Turnstiles Chords

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This is how I play the song.Lyrics are my own guesses.
Suggestions and corrections welcome!


[Intro]

      G7     B7     Em
e|-------------------------------| \
B|----8------12------5-----------|  \
G|-------------------------------|   \
D|-------------------------------|   / x2
A|-------------------------------|  /
E|-------------------------------| /


[Verse 1]

G7
How’d it get so late
           B7                    Em
There’s darkness everywhere you look
G7
Screaming past the turnstiles
B7                            Em
Rippling through the neighborhood
G7                                   F
Forget about the whispers and the screams
            C
And taking all, all the logic of a dream
     G7                                    F
And know that things are never what they seem
               C
But tell that to
      Em        Dm       C
That weird old heart of mine
      Em        Dm       Em
That weird old heart of mine
F                          C
Doo doo doo doodoodoo doo-ooh


[Verse 2]

G7 
I have heard the sirens
B7                      Em
Singing softly each to each
G7
So intent on something 
B7                      Em
Always hovering out of reach
     G7                                    F
You slay ‘em with your kindness and your style
               C
You make them weak, you leave them dancing in the aisles
        G7                                 F
You'll keep ‘em with the sadness in your smile
          C
And your tune
    Em    Dm  C
A bleary lullaby
    Em    Dm  Em  F  C    Em
A bleary lullaby
F                          C
Doo doo doo doodoodoo doo-ooh


[Verse 3]

G7                            F
Crying out in pleasure or in pain
          C
Where we are, oh they largely sound the same
G7                              F
Commotion at the edges of the frame
        C
Oh a luminous transmission at the far end of the dial
         G7
And the city full of strangers
       F                         C
It’ll make this brittle time worthwhile
          Em        Dm     C
Till we cross that finish line
          Em          Dm    C
Till you cross that finish line
Em           Dm            C   Am
Doo doo doo doodoodoo doo-ooh




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