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Cigarette Machine Chords

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Stumbling past your house baby
D
At the break of day
Am
I thought I saw your silhouette
C
Dancing cross the shade
G
And I went down to the mission
D
I called and called your name
Am
Till an angel with a face like yours
C
Came down and let me in 

I Thought I saw your reflection in a cigarette machine
In a bottle in the gutter, In a window on the street
In a storefront in a picture on an old broken TV
I swear it was you staring back at me

I heard soldier' s voices by the city gate
They took hos life on the ground
They made me look away
I spilled you on the mirror
I chopped you into lies
Over some old kitchen sing
I swore I'd let you down

Thought I saw your reflection in a cigarette machine
In a bottle in the gutter,in a window on the street
In a storefront in a picture, on an old broken TV
I swear it was you, staring back at me 

Old radios and broken mirrors
Dogeared things I read
Worn out movie stars
In faded limousines
I battled through my own charades
Of Coffee cups and clowns
I can't keep up with parades
I keep falling down

Thought I saw your reflection in a cigarette machine
In a bottle in the gutter
In a window on the street
In a storefront in a picture on an old broken TV
I swear it was you staring back at me
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Jimi#James 10 May 25, 2014 01:50 AM

G
Stumbling past your house baby
D
At the break of day
Am
I thought I saw your silhouette
C
Dancing cross the shade
G
And I went down to the mission
D
I called and called your name
Am
Till an angel with a face like yours
C
Came down and let me in

Thought I saw your reflection in a cigarette machine
In a bottle in the gutter
In a window on the street
In a storefront in a picture on an old broken TV
I swear it was you staring back at me

I heard soldier?s voices by the city gate
There were junkies lying on the ground
They made me look away
I spilled you in a mirror
I chopped you into lines
Over some old kitchen sing
I swore I?d let you die

Thought I saw your reflection in a cigarette machine
In a bottle in the gutter
In a window on the street
In a storefront in a picture on an old broken TV
I swear it was you staring back at me

Old radios and broken mirrors
Dogeared things I read
Worn out movie stars
In faded limousines
I stumble through my own charades
Coffee cups and clowns
I can?t keep up with parades
I keep falling down

Thought I saw your reflection in a cigarette machine
In a bottle in the gutter
In a window on the street
In a storefront in a picture on an old broken TV
I swear it was you staring back at me

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